On the way back to Taylor this evening, passing over the San Gabriel River, I quickly turned around to snap a photo as it flowed under a favorite old truss bridge in East Williamson County. While taking the photo, a young couple happened along to view the river, too. A good scene became a better scene. The second photo? Just something tossed in, but very close to that gently-meandering river.

I have a fondness for prairie grass. It billows and flutters with the aid of our Blackland Prairie wind. We have an abundance of it in East Williamson County, but it’s not always a simple thing to photograph because of the ever-increasing traffic in our area. These photos were throughout the day on a (thankfully) less-traveled road on this Saturday. Observing how light falls on it at different times is interesting. All photos are of the same field of grass. The opening image was made just after sunrise. The second, near sunset, about ten hours later. The final image was made about 30 minutes after the sun put itself to bed. The way light adorns a subject is something that drives my passion.

If a theme is needed for tonight’s photos, it’s just good early-evening light. You all know my love for grain elevators. Near Coupland this week, all the elements combined to make this one a pleasant sight. The sky was remarkable, but then again, it’s remarkable most of the time here. The other two photos, although taken on different nights several days apart, were made in almost the same place, on the same stretch of road. I hope that cyclist made it to a safe place before the darkness took over completely, but completely understand the joy of being out there on such a wonderful evening on the prairie.

I wonder if the Shreveport area still holds their annual Mud Races? Tonight’s photos were made in May 1980. It was one heck of a messy event, designed for both grownups and kids. For the most part it was a safety-first happening, with contestants donning crash helmets for their turn in the slime. A couple of the adults went sans headgear, but the kids were all well-protected. This was a lot of fun to cover. For the love of me, I can’t recall just how dirty I got while taking photos. Hey, I’m still here so all’s good.

Recently, a friend, knowing my affection for trees, told me about one in Bell County with “a great canopy,” a massive and regal Live Oak resting atop a hill east of Bartlett, Texas. It’s that time of year when things slow down, giving this old retired fellow a little more time to wander around the Blackland Prairie. And I do enjoy wandering. So, at the beginning of the week, I did some rambling. The photos were taken over a two-night period. While possible to get a pretty good image from the road, I wanted to get to know this tree a little better, leading me to pull into the driveway of the house nearby. There I met the nice fellow who has lived here for quite some time. He graciously allowed me access to a few better angles. Honestly? No photograph presented here can do this tree proper justice. But I sure enough tried. Us Texas folks are lucky to have such royal trees in our midst.

Bartlett, Texas is an interesting place to ramble around on pleasant January night. Actually, the photos presented here were taken both Monday and tonight while pursuing other images in Bell County. More on that later in the week. This community of between 1600 and 1700 people exists in both Bell and Williamson Counties. It’s about 50 miles northeast of Austin, a significant cog in the nomenclature of the Blackland Prairie. The last image is offered twice because it’s interesting to observe how this business lights itself up like a color wheel. Oh, and the moon sliver you see? That’s a Waxing Crescent moon, kind of small at 8.1% visibility. All versions of the moon, as I’ve said before, are good.

There are many reasons to love this state. Tonight’s sunset presented one. Oh, I know you’re going to say “but Andy, we’ve got great skies in (fill in the blank). Granted, there are some good ones elsewhere. But ones like tonight, from Bell County? I don’t think so.

Sometimes it’s best to let the images do the talking. This morning’s fog in Taylor is one of those times. En route to an errand, the palettes at Murphy Park and Bull Branch Park were too sweet to ignore.

There are times, when watching a 3-day-old calf find its way back to its mama, that my days of devouring red meat come close to ending. In fact, I was a vegetarian for a while, when digestion issues came into play. The only reason I returned to animal protein was because I wasn’t getting what I needed (protein) to keep running marathons. While visiting my friend Joyce Friday night, she mentioned the ranch had a recent birth. Intrigued, I stepped outside for a look. There I found the little calf, on the wrong side of the fence, alone. Mama, seeing her baby’s distress, made her way over, coaxing the baby across to the other side. It’s a simple thing, this post, but maybe one that makes us think?

Simple is best sometimes. One lone tree, but one with character, a day filled with clouds on the Blackland Prairie.