When sunset nears the bright ball of fire often has a burned out appearance, but as it goes lower the sun begins to add  definition.   Tonight’s evolution near Granger, Texas.

The only familiar Atlanta when growing up was the one in Northeast Texas, about 25 miles south of Texarkana.   It’s the place my father grew up before his time in the Army during World War II.   In post-war times,  he always bought his new  Oldsmobiles from Ed Hammock Motors in Atlanta.   The dealership and Oldsmobiles are gone, but Atlanta, a town of a little over 5,000 residents, remains, as it has since the early-1870s.    It’s a picturesque community that continues to resonate with this photographer.    These are just a few snapshots taken there on the way home this past weekend.    The State Theatre, opened in 1941, has apparently been vacant for years.  Daddy was a theater projectionist before service-related disabilities, but always at drive-in theaters.  It would be easy to live there.

Heading to the car tonight to look for something to photograph,  a rainbow appeared.  It was brief, as most rainbows are, but nice to see.  Rain would be a blessing, but rainbows give us hope.

From a few weeks ago.  Flight.

Dove hunters from other areas were up bright and early this morning for the beginning of dove season in Central Texas.  Sunrises are always nice.  And cooler, at least for a while.

Too many miles driven the last few days, but was able to find  something tonight near Coupland.  More  offerings later.  Identify the bird.

Gliding into Texas this evening, nearing the end of a long drive from Georgia.   The first four are in Northern Caddo Parish, including Blanchard,  Oil City, Vivian and Rodessa, concluding with a fine little horse on the eastern edge of Texas.  Time for a rest.

This one is from Texas, taken several weeks ago.   Perhaps you know the affection for windmills.  Heading home soon.

Five photographs taken this week in Georgia.  The first three are from Marietta National Cemetery, where veterans dating back to the Civil War are interred.   The last couple are from Georgia National Cemetery, a 775 acre resting place between Cartersville and Canton.  The first burials here were in 2006.    Meaningful spaces.

Three photographs taken today at a covered bridge in Euharlee, Georgia, a community near Cartersville.   Builit in 1886, the bridge spans 138 feet over Euharlee Creek.   We don’t see many covered bridges in Texas, but Georgia has a few.  The oldest covered bridge in Georgia, according to the Georgia Historical Society, is the Red Oak Covered Bridge in Woodbury, Georgia, dating back to 1840.   This one, however, wasn’t far from where we’re staying.   Bridges are unique.