Kittens at the Library has become such a popular event that the host, the Georgetown Public Library, moved it to a larger room.   The Georgetown Animal Shelter brought 35 kittens to the library this year.   I’m glad to report that every kitten was adopted.   Adoptions were a great deal at $35, the price including spaying or neutering, chipping and help with needed vaccinations.  It was a heartwarming day for all of us.

A return to familiar territory tonight, a sunset east of Weir, Texas.   Nothing more to add.

A photo from my long road trip home tonight.  This field in far Eastern Milam County, Texas always gets my attention.  The clouds hovering overhead are an added gift.    It’s time to rest, friends.   Many miles traveled this week.

A few quick snapshots taken last evening in Atlanta, Texas, the only Atlanta I knew when growing up in Northeast Texas in the 50s and 60s.   My father was raised here.   This Atlanta was founded in 1872.   When daddy was born the population was around 5,000 people.   It’s not much more than that today.  There are several Atlanta’s around the country.   This is the one I remember.   On the road again, just a quick post.

When I was 12-years-old, daddy and I visited Pine Crest Cemetery in Atlanta, Texas, the Cass County town where he was raised.  The cemetery is where his father, my paternal  grandfather, Robert Andrew Sharp, was buried.  When I was born my parents named me Robert Andrew Sharp III.  My grandfather, born in 1888,  died in 1925, when my father, Robert Andrew Sharp Jr. was a toddler.   But I digress.  My 12-year-old self had a first driving lesson here.  “You can’t kill anything here, Andy,” he explained.  “Everything’s already dead.”  The cemetery, with a network of roads and hills, was a perfect place to hone my driving skills,  especially with a 3-speed manual transmission 1952 Chevy.   I stopped here tonight while continuing that long road trip.   Thankfully, I found my grandfather’s gravesite, now almost 100-years-old.    I’m still driving, still learning.

Just three photographs taken during a couple of daily walks before leaving town last week in Taylor.   I’m back in traveling mode first thing Saturday morning.  

It rained a little while we were at Kennesaw Mountain National Battlefield Park this afternoon.  A gentle rain, very nice.   During our Atlanta years, I ran over 30,000 miles on these trails, seldom taking the time to appreciate  their beauty.  Now I walk.   And see more things.

On Tuesday my son, grandson and I traveled to Union County, Georgia for a visit to Helton Creek Falls.   For whatever reason, I never visited this Chattahoochee National Forest site during almost three decades in metro-Atlanta.    An attraction to this site  were that the  the falls were a fairly easy hike from a nearby gravel parking area.   The road to the parking lot was at times pretty narrow, but careful driving made it a piece of cake.  The short hike was sometimes slippery, made more so by hauling two cameras, but all was good.  The light quality was impeccable.   Although we live in (and love) Texas, there are some elegant places to be found here.    This is one of them.

From a recent outing, a weathered windmill that I like in Jonah, Texas.

A continuation of things from my long road trip this week.   Marietta National Cemetery, just east of the Marietta square, was one of the places I used to often stop by to seek out feature photos.   It’s a wonderful space, well cared-for, with burials including many Civil War veterans.  The graves rest on rolling hills north of Atlanta.  It’s a sacred place.