There’s a paying assignment tonight, prompting something simple and quick.   If there’s a theme here, let’s call it trees.   I’m particularly fond of them at this time of year.    The first photo was taken during my walk this morning through Taylor’s Murphy Park on  a frigid and cloudy day, a cormorant hovering above the park’s trees.     The second photo, from a few weeks back, was made as a farmer tended a field behind  the Saul family cemetery in Norman’s Crossing.   That area is developing at an astronomical pace.   Hopefully, farmers will still have land to cultivate.  The last photo is from a couple nights ago, a post-sunset scene in Rice’s Crossing. 

When it comes to lakes, I prefer ones naturally-formed (like Caddo Lake)  but Granger Lake is mighty pretty.   Granger Lake was formed with the damming of the San Gabriel River.   In the process quite a lot of prairie land was flooded, including a community called Friendship.   That fisherman might be fishing near the site of Friendship.   Rivers, creeks and natural spring-fed ponds are my favorite bodies of water, but Granger Lake gives area visitors  scenic place to go.

There was no plan to post yet another moon photo tonight, but this evening’s Waning Gibbous moon, 98.8% visibility, was glowing nicely above the cormorants at Taylor’s Murphy Park.     I was grateful for a tripod.  

Is it a Wolf Moon?   Here’s the thing, friends.  It’s a full moon.   These naming conventions aren’t necessary.   It’s the moon, visible more times than others.  Like tonight, when I enjoyed its appearance above two favorite barns in Travis County, but only a few hundred yards from Williamson County.

A number of areas decided to cancel this year’s Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. holiday celebrations, but Leander, a community in western Williamson County, held their first one today.   I was there for a parade, followed by a festival.   Sometimes these events are somber, but Leander’s was upbeat and heartwarming.   In the opening photo, a young member of a Ballet Folklorico group at an elementary school got a little help from a dedicated teacher.   Toward the end of this post, I like the siblings sitting in dad’s lap.  Little brother really wanted that dill pickle, but she wasn’t having any of that.   This was nice commemoration.  I was glad to be there to record it.

It’s not usually a planned thing, chasing after moon photos, but it happens.   Tonight’s Waxing Gibbous moon was at 99.2% visibility, pretty dang close to full.   Offered here are photos taken this evening at Taylor’s Murphy Park, where cormorants are abundant.  They’re pretty cool birds. For the MLK holiday on Monday I have a paying assignment.   Maybe I’ll forego a moon photo.   We’ll see.

Tonight’s Waxing Gibbous moon is just under 97% visibility.   Always beautiful, whatever the phase.    Think about flags for a minute.   What state flag can folks from other places readily identify?   I think you know the answer.    These are the beautiful flags flying over Marshall’s Tavern in Taylor, Texas on this windy night.

I kept thinking a notice would tell me that the Georgetown Parks & Recreation Kids Fishing Tournament, scheduled this morning at  Blue Hole Lagoon Park, would be cancelled due to frigid and windy weather.   Anglers, however,  did show up for the chance to catch one of the 1500 rainbow trout placed in the chilly water.   When fishing began at 8a.m. the wind was whipping up a fuss, temperatures holding in the mid-upper 30s.   We’ve had gusts today past 40 miles per hour.   But these little troopers  stayed the course, even though some couldn’t hide their feelings.   I’m glad it went on as planned.   And even happier to return to the warmth of my old car.

Tonight’s Waxing Gibbous moon, 92.5% visibility, looked very nice above the old-growth trees at Georgetown’s Berry Springs Park & Preserve.   One moon closeup is included, but  I prefer to give a sense of place whenever possible.  And this park begs to be noticed.

Perhaps you recall a post from about two weeks ago, sunset behind a vintage truss bridge in Noack.   The bridge spanning Brushy Creek  now rests in a field, replaced by a modern (but boring) conveyance along the county road.   Bridges, whether in use or not, are one of the  structures  I’m trying to document here on the Blackland Prairie.   As development’s pace increases, it’s important record things before they  become just  memories.  These photos were taken last evening, made possible by a property owner gracious enough to allow my camera’s presence.   Note that this is posted land.  Hopefully, other would-be photographers would respect the space.  Get permission before you violate someone’s property.