Every photograph  is from daily walks this week was taken in Taylor.    These are small-town strolls.     You won’t see any rural landscapes during these outings.    And so far, the chosen tool for these photos is an inexpensive Olympus OM-D E-M10 equipped with a Panasonic Lumix zoom lens, 45-150 mm.   In the micro 4/3 world, that’s equivalent to a 90-300 mm.   It gets the job done.

One taken this evening,  a pastoral scene just west of Taylor.   It’s intriguing to find out there’s enough energy left after a busy few days.   We do what we can.

As usual with theater productions I’ll offer just a snippet here.  The rest are on my Facebook and Instagram (@andybobsharp) pages.   “Beautiful …. The Carole King Musical,” opens tonight at the Georgetown Palace, continuing through August 31st.  

Those tall stalks of corn are beginning to come down in our area.  Thousands of acres in Williamson, Travis, Bell and Milam Counties will transform the landscape as harvest season begins on the Blackland Prairie.   There might be more photographs later, but this scene from Wednesday evening was too nice to pass up.

Deer are abundant in our area.    It’s prudent to exercise caution.   They tend to wander out into the the road without much notice.   But they are elegant creatures, doing their best to survive in today’s world.   These are from three recent outings in Williamson County, Texas.

Just another windmill tonight.   This is one of dozens photographed in recent years.   They continue to inspire.

Mentioned in passing before, but when I was 12-years-old my father gave me my first driving lesson.  The venue was Pine Crest Cemetery, a huge burial place in Atlanta, Texas.   The car was a 1952 Chevy, three-speed on the column.   “Everything’s dead here, Andy, you can’t hurt anyone.”   And thus I learned to drive on the extensive network of roads coursing through the cemetery.   My paternal grandfather, Robert Andrew Sharp, who died in 1925, was buried here.   My full name is Robert Andrew Sharp III.   The original Robert Andrew Sharp was born in Bonham, Texas in 1888.   When seeking work in the 1920s, he moved the family to Long Beach, California, where he worked in the oil fields there.   In April 1925 he was killed when the car he  was in was struck by a freight train.   The family returned to Atlanta, Texas.   My daddy, only 2, when my grandfather died, was born in Long Beach.   People get back to Texas.   Apologies for the long missive, but I still find cemeteries fascinating.   This one is a gem.   And a fine place to learn how to drive.

The corn landscapes dominate our area this summer, but corn harvest will be here very soon.

Quiet time in Taylor.   I see no need for more words.  

After a week off for a long road trip, the daily walks returned in Taylor this week.   A squirrel is tossed into the mix this time.   They’re photographed a bunch, but not always posted.   A decrepit kitten survives another day.   A  friend’s Peace creation inspires.   It’s been a very hectic week.   We do what we can.