This is one I saw the other night between Taylor and Coupland. Although I’ve seen these grain elevators before, seeing them from this angle, so well-stacked up, made it worth a stop. One supposes the two at left are mom and pop. It didn’t hurt that the skies were looking kind of nice, too.
Earlier this week, I pointed the car north, landing on the southern outskirts of Granger, Texas. A rain-soaked field between plantings looked image-worthy. A couple of clicks and I motored toward a railroad crossing. My favorite scene from the night was a new (to me) barn. When I first stopped, it looked nice, but then the light came on….it looked nicer. Two photos included, one a bit looser, adding the “context” one of my college professors liked to talk about in the early-70s. He’s still teaching, still mentioning context. That’s a good thing.
One of the places I find soothing and redemptive in Georgetown is a sweet little pond at Our Lady of the Rosary Cemetery and Prayer Garden. Yes it’s a cemetery, a beautiful one, but it’s much more. In the woods in and around the pond are all variety of plant life, maintained by members of the Williamson County Master Naturalists and Gardeners. When a day’s been stressful, I visit the pond. The colors shift in the photos comes from photos taken at different stages of a lovely evening. Nearby you can hear occasional traffic from the toll road, but once you’re here, it’s all good. 
Juliette Gordon Low, who founded the Girl Scouts of America in 1912 in Savannah, Georgia, would love today’s Girl Scouts. And I believe she’s be proud of the spirit the girls and their families show each year as Girl Scout cookie time rolls around, too. Last weekend was the first weekend of cookie sales. On Saturday, I tagged along with two young ladies, a 14-year-old Girl Scout, and an 8-year-old Brownie, as they made their rounds in Georgetown, Texas. Both girls were accompanied by their moms. After the initial sales weekend, many troops will set up shop outside Walgreens and Wal Mart stores, even truck stops. A few will still continue to canvass neighborhoods, too. If you buy Thin Mints, remember to put them in the freezer!
Recently I posted foggy weather photos, both here and on Facebook. Along with the images, I mentioned that if ever there was a subject that called for black and white treatment, fog was it. Jim Lindsey, a gifted photographer and writer friend in Nova Scotia, questioned that assumption. And you know, he may have a point. These are some photos I took last weekend, early on a Saturday on a country road just outside Taylor, Texas. Just for fun, I’m posted each image in both color and black and white. The odd-looking photo where jeans are hanging on a barbed wire fence? Maybe that needs to be color. What do you think, folks? The other two, I’m just not sure. Either way may work. 
Southwestern University, the oldest university in Texas, had a football program until 1951. In 2013, the Southwestern Pirates once again added football, as part of the Southern Collegiate Athletic Conference. Under the direction of head coach Joe Austin, they were undefeated in 2016. On Saturday, the team, alums, football players, students and coaches celebrated their honor with the Pirate Bowl, held at Mel’s Lone Star Lanes in Georgetown. For two hours, folks had fun. For a $20 entry fee, you could bowl all you wanted. Mel’s donated half of that to Court Appointed Special Advocate (CASA) of Williamson County. That group is overseen by Coach Austin’s wife, Marissa Holcomb Austin, who joined in Saturday’s fun with her husband and their 20-month-old daughter, Reagan. Also in attendance was Cory Tchida, the City of Georgetown’s Assistant Police Chief, a board member for CASA. The most fun I had here was watching Coach Austin and his daughter. As I was about to leave, Reagan decided she wanted to latch onto a balling ball. Mom picked out a 7-pounder. Reagan picked that baby up without too much trouble, but when she went to place it back in the rack, it slipped to the floor. Thankfully, no toes were bruised! 
A new president was inaugurated today. One of my paying assignments was to photograph a GOP inauguration watch party in Georgetown, Texas. That, however, is not what you see here. Friends, you will have plenty of stories, sound bites and images from a myriad of sources about that important event. I won’t join in. Know this: I am not enamored with the 45th President of the United States. But this is what we have for now. Like me, you don’t have to embrace, or even like, the new guy, but perhaps we don’t want to wish for failure, either. From tonight: light fading near the Masonic Lodge building on the Georgetown square. Georgetown friends would also reer to this as Gumbos North. And a flooded field close to my Taylor home. Stay focused, friends. I’ll try to reciprocate.
On one of my wandering drives in East Williamson County this week, something that got my attention was Waterloo Gin, in full production. Why is that unusual, you ask? In South Central Texas, cotton is normally harvested from late-August through November. Mid-January isn’t when you see our cotton gins up and running. As it happens, an overabundance of rain this fall put a few farmers behind. Four farms in the area are finally finishing up. This, I decided, merited a few photos. 
After a period of heavy rain on Tuesday night and Wednesday morning, the Blackland Prairie fields in East Williamson County, Texas were filled with water. By Wednesday night the skies and those fields were filled with warm blue light. 
Tonight was another of those evenings where no specific idea came to mind. When it began to rain, I thought to wander through downtown Taylor. The rain flowing in the street, combined with some longish camera exposures created some interesting color patterns. Hey, it’s something to do, right? And utilizing the tripod is good for enhancing one’s work ethic. The second and last photos are basically the same scene, but by the time the latter was taken, the rain was really pounding. Soon after that one, I packed up for home.
