As the light faded on Saturday night, I moseyed around the prairie. As is often the case, there was no plan. This time, however, I had something in mind. Thanks to a stop at a railroad crossing in Granger, the plan morphed. After twiddling my thumbs for several minutes, with the northbound train going nowhere, I got out of the car and took photos. Other drivers probably wondered what the heck that weird fellow was doing, but I do what I do. The reason for the delay turned out to be a southbound train en route through Granger. The northbound folks had to wait. These photos, with some light I really like, were the result of my train stop last night. After taking a final photo, maybe twenty minutes into the delay, I turned around, heading on home to Taylor. I’ve no doubt that northbound train eventually moved on.
Tonight’s theme, for what it’s worth, is the moon. Of the three photos presented, the second image, taken Thursday night over the Georgetown square, shows the moon in its First Quarter phase, becoming more prominent every evening. The opening photo was taken last evening in Taylor, with the moon now in its Waxing Gibbous phase, well past 50% visibility. That’s St. James Episcopal Church, 1890s vintage. Tonight the clouds are beginning to move in. Rain is expected on Sunday. In the last photo, still in its Waxing Gibbous phase, the moon darted in and out of the clouds. If the forecast holds true, I doubt we’ll see much of it tomorrow. As mentioned before, I like the moon, in whatever phase possible.
Irving Berlin’s “White Christmas” will be playing at the Georgetown Palace Theater beginning tonight, continuing weekends through December 30. It’s colorful and lively, well-worth your time this holiday season!
It’s been a while since my last visit to Thorndale, Texas, a town in southwestern Milam County with a population of around 1400. Founded in 1878, it retains a charm I like in Texas towns. Trains go past the grain elevators pretty often here. I think it adds to its charm. No more words. Just a few images taken this evening.
With nothing much going on tonight, I spent a little time looking at the Taylor train yard. At the right time of day it transforms nicely. The last couple are a few miles west, but they all connect somewhere. Just some lines tonight, friends.
Today we commemorate our veterans, those past and present. I’m going to go a little backwards in this post, presenting my last photo taken day in the opening image. It was taken at Georgetown’s Field of Honor, where 2000 flags have been flying since November 3, courtesy of the Georgetown Rotary Club. They started to come down this afternoon, with volunteers helping things along. The gentleman in the opening photo, a Rotarian, is more importantly, a veteran (Army) who served during Operation Desert Storm. He’s looking into the camera, normally something I don’t care for, but here it’s okay. The way he was gently cradling those flags was sweet. The other photos, my main assignment for today, were taken during the annual Veterans Day observance in Sun City, Texas. When weather cooperates, it’s held outdoors, in the Georgetown-Williamson County Veterans Memorial Plaza, a wonderful space with walls honoring veterans past, plus pavement comprised of bricks containing names of veterans. Even though this year’s event was inside, I stepped outdoors into the plaza. There I found a rain-spattered sunflower on the bricks, lovingly placed by who knows who. And there was the 82-year-old Air Force veteran walking across the plaza after finding a brick honoring his father, a World War I Army veteran. Yes, I’m going backwards here, folks. At the end of the ceremonies, there was a couple, hand-in-hand, making their way home. He’s a World War II Army veteran, in his early 90s. The rest are a bit of this and that, including a lady who served as an Army nurse during World War II. It was a good day all around. Better yet, nobody discussed political matters at this year’s ceremonies.
Even when the rookery at Murphy Park isn’t such an active place, there’s still enough to get our attention. These few photos were made several nights ago, when the night was clear and rather warm. This little community, Taylor, has many things to like. I’m glad we moved here.
Another themeless post, friends. The ancient Plymouth has been resting in this field outside Taylor for quite a long time, but the addition of horses in the mix is new. Just up the road from that Plymouth, I noticed the light falling nicely on a field of prairie grass. As Veterans Day nears, the last photo is of Travis, his wife Crystal and Jasper, Travis’ service dog. Jasper, a rescue, is part Boxer, part Mastiff. They are strolling through the Georgetown Rotary Club’s Field of Honor this morning while participating in the Georgetown Sertoma Club’s Honor Walk, an event paying tribute to veterans, and first responders. Travis is a U.S. Army veteran. And Crystal? On September 11, 2001, her father, Pedro, was one of the New York City policemen responding to the World Trade Center attacks. Pedro helped with rescue inside the towers. Thankfully, he survived. In fact, nearing retirement now, he’s planning to move to Central Texas.
Responding to an earlier post this week, good friend Joyce White a University of Texas graduate with two journalism degrees from University of Texas, alerted me to a an old farmhouse between Bartlett and Walburg. On a misty Thursday night, we took a drive to take a a look. It’s an interesting place, crumbling into oblivion, but holding on. In the little over nine years we’ve been home, it’s interesting to watch as development takes hold. I’m guessing the farmhouse shown here has been a part of the landscape for many years. Perhaps it’s relegated to history, but what a history it is.
It was essentially an aimless rambling last night, but when driving down a county road south of Bartlett, Texas, the old section of the city’s cemetery got my attention. The lights in the background are from Bartlett proper. The moodiness of this scene suits my own mood today.