I was in Georgetown today for an Earth Day week-related recycling event held at Annie Purl Elementary School, coordinated by the city’s solid waste department.  As a prerequisite for recycling paper, electronics and tires, attendees were asked to make donations to All Things Wild Rehabilitation, a Georgetown non-profit that helps wild animals in need, aiding injured, sick, orphaned or displaced wildlife, and when possible, returning them to their habitats.  Some of the animals were on hand today, including a skunk called Terry, an Eastern Screech Owl called Ginger, an African tortoise, Speedy, and a Virginia Opossum, Penelope.    I’m not showing you recycling photos, but that’s important.  Just some sweet faces of those being given new leases on life.

This is a continuation of photos from the restoration of what was once Granger United Methodist Church, a circa 1904 structure which closed its doors in early-2019.   Later that year, Robert and JoAnn Halstrom, a couple from Wimberley, purchased the 4300 square foot structure.   Since then, they’ve worked many hours there.  Robert, a baggage handler with American Airlines, took a leave of absence to devote time to the project.   JoAnn, a rural postal carrier, spends as much time as she’s able helping out.    The pandemic slowed down things a bit last year, but work progresses.   Foundation repair and leveling work, a three-month effort, has just been completed by a San Antonio-based company.   14 stained glass windows are getting a complete makeover by Cavallini Company, also based in San Antonio.  Work continues.  Now they’re beginning to replace the sanctuary flooring.    What’s the future for the church?  They’re not sure.  It could be their home, or a restaurant, a bed and breakfast, or an events center.   There’s time.  Work is expected to take well into 2022.  When JoAnn’s in Wimberley, Robert has his dog Ladybug, keeping him company.    I do love historic preservation.

These seemed like good image options for Earth Day.   Bull Branch Park in Taylor is a place I enjoy throughout the year, particularly when ducks and geese begin depositing their eggs.   I hope you find some serenity in these photos.  

Driving from Taylor to Georgetown this morning, I noticed the sky above a bit of the San Gabriel River.  As it was an already gray morning, this image is presented in black-and-white.  The others two photos were taken in Taylor this evening, skies above Williamson County Grain.      Just some Texas skies.

The very first assignment I did when coming home to Texas in summer 2009 was for an Austin American-Statesman story about the explosive growth of Hutto, Texas.   According to the story,   Hutto’s population in 2000 was 1200 people.   At the time of the story, the population had grown too 17,000.   I’m curious about what the next census figures will say.  I’m guessing 25,000-30,000.  Hutto’s downtown was one little two-block strip of buildings.   But there was an older Hutto.  I’m representing that with these three photos taken recently.  Note the subdivision going up in the second photo.   I’m trying to not be completely anti-growth, but almost 30 years in metro-Atlanta left an indelible impression.    Things do fade away.

Many of those pretty photos I like to make are along some serene country roads in East Williamson County, Texas.   Areas I’ve documented for years are falling victim to development.  One such road: County Road 101.   Portions of this road are expanding from two lanes to six lanes.    The photos posted tonight are along that road, including a last image that gives you a sense of what is happening here.   Is development always smart?

Red poppies are abundant in Georgetown this week.   A few days ago, I didn’t see many, but recent rain has brought them to us in a big way.  These photos were taken this weekend at Edwards Park, a little pocket park a couple blocks east of the town square.  The young lady in the opening photo caressed and sniffed a few, but her grandmother reminded her not to pick them.   The Red Poppy Festival, normally held in the spring, has been moved to October because of the pandemic.   The poppies, however, don’t wait.

If you follow my posts, either here or on social media, you know I’ve had an affection for the rookery at Taylor’s Murphy Park.   For eleven years I’ve been observing the egrets as they settle into their spring ritual of expanding their families.   They’ve been trickling in for about a month, but when I stopped by there last evening, it’s like all their friends finally got the message!   Photographer friends like closeup images when they stop by, but their graceful flight is what impresses me every single time.  It’s aerial ballet.  They’ll be around through the summer, usually leaving by October.   I hope to see them a bit more this year.

When I parked just south of the square in Georgetown this morning, clouds continued to dominate the skies.  The sun moved in and out of the clouds above Grace Heritage Center.  Two versions are included.  I like them both, but the first one might require a bigger screen than many folks have handy.   The second image might help.  The old structure, at 9th and Main, began life in 1881 as Grace Episcopal Church, remaining so until 1991.   Rather than let it be torn down when a new church was built, the City of Georgetown took it under her wing, creating a lasting event venue.   It’s overseen by the city and Preservation Georgetown.   I’m glad it’s still here.  

Shiloh-McCutcheon Cemetery,  rests atop a hill at the end of a dirt road between Hutto and Norman’s Crossing.   Development surrounds it, but for now, you can still see evidence of Spring planting in the field below.  The first burials here were in 1853, including veterans of the Texas Revolution, the Civil War, plus both World Wars.   I was happy to see a thriving field of corn planted in the field below the cemetery.  The only evidence I show here are two portable toilets in a field near the cemetery.  A subdivision will soon be nearby.   Thankfully, the cemetery remains.  I can’t help but wonder how much that bothers developers.