Now, as I write this at 9:19p.m. on Friday night, it’s not just nearing, it’s here.  In Central Texas, it officially began at 10:54a.m.    Last night I set my alarm clock for a little before 6a.m. in order to document the 6:30a.m. sunrise.   A small cloud cover obscured the sun at 6:30, as seen in the opening photo.   Scant minutes later, pictured in the second image, the sun peeked through.   As many of you know, I worship twilight and evening light.   Daylight Saving Time is unnatural,  leaving us with not only poor light, but hotter nights.  Texas is already hot enough.  We don’t need an extra hour of daylight.  I don’t budge on my opinion.  Each to his/her own.

Something from the archives tonight, friends.  At the end of the Shreveport school year in late-May 1975, I wanted something different.  Rather than just document the children at their school, I thought it might be fun to ride a school bus with the kids.  Teachers handed out lollipops to the happy campers.     We’re in a different time now.  44 years ago, the school district readily agreed to let a photographer ride the bus.   Would that be allowed today?   Probably not.   Community journalism is increasingly-difficult now.  That’s sad since the stories told in 1975 are still around now.   The clothes and hairstyles might change, but kids will be kids.

Until a few years ago I’d not made a photo of a magnolia bloom.   Then my daughter-in-law asked if I’d mind taking a photo for her to hang on her wall.  Since then, I pay attention to these blooms with a heavenly aroma.  Rita, my friend and neighbor, has two fine magnolia trees in her yard.   She’s always been gracious when I make the occasional photo request.   Last year, not wanting to repeat myself too much, I took a pass on magnolia photos, but this year’s blooms almost begged to be documented.   Here are a few.  Thank you, Rita. And thanks to Lisa, my daughter-in-law,  for the inspiration. 

Mager Cemetery in Beyersville is one of those places I like to visit from time to time.   It’s still out in the boonies, with room to move around.  When out there Monday evening, I noticed some freshly-placed American flags on the graves.   My guess is they were placed on Flag Day.   Hopefully they’ll remain through July 4th.   Trips there usually involve photographing cattle in the adjacent field, or just the gorgeous field itself.  The past couple of times, however, a new friend clucked onto the scene.   This bird was exceedingly camera-shy, preferring to fly up a tree than deal with me.  A couple of these aren’t tack sharp, but the action outweighed perfection.  Those  cows had apparently moseyed onto another pasture, or to the barn.  Chickens are good company though.   A little skittish, but I get that.

We seem to be getting more than our share of thunderstorms and rain in East Williamson County, Texas.    As summer cranks up, we’ll be begging for moisture, but right now the grass in my yard is growing far too fast for my taste!   Last night when these photos were taken, my plan was to photograph the full moon in a spot I liked near Bartlett.  Nature nixed the moon images. These four photos were made just south of Bartlett, along East Clark Street in downtown Bartlett, and finally a tree I like, south of Bartlett, but closer to Granger.   These might’ve been posted last night, but the power outage put a stop to that.

The Georgetown Cultural Citizen Memorial Association held its 67th Annual Juneteenth celebration today at the San Gabriel Community Center.    Juneteenth celebrates June 19, 1865, when soldiers arriving in Galveston harbor, brought word that the war had ended and slavery was a thing of the past.  The news arrived two-and-a-half years after the fact, but it’s celebrated around the country each year.   These are a few photos taken today.  The dance group, from Austin, are the Groovers.  Georgetown’s Assistant Police Chief, Cory Tchida, felt the spirit move him, as did a 2-year-old called Teaven.  Rabbi Jonathan Dade, with Georgetown’s Messiah Echad, attended with his children.    Remembering history is the best way to keep it from repeating itself.  

The summer concert series on the square in Georgetown, Texas began tonight with a performance by Georgetown Pipes and Drums.  The free concerts, hosted by the Georgetown Convention and Visitors Bureau and the Williamson Museum, are held every Friday through late-August.  The Williamson County Courthouse lawn is a beautiful place to enjoy a bit of summer in Central Texas.  Tonight we had the added gift of a Waxing Gibbous moon, 94.4% visible, shining brightly in the Texas sky.  Oh, and it’s quite kid-friendly.  The children love it. 

Another evening where I’m really just focused on the light.  The subject matter, of course, is to my liking, but perhaps made more interesting by the presence of goodness from the sun.  How’s this for keeping the comments short?   Have a good night, friends.

Since this is most active time around Taylor’s rookery, I’m trying to find my way there at least a couple of times a month.   A photographer friend particularly loves coming over to watch the nesting action.   Most of my images, however, concentrate on the sky above the rookery.   That said, if I had a super-long telephoto lens, it might open up some new avenues.  Note the presence of the moon in the opening photo.   You can never go wrong with the moon around. Numbers two and three are similar, but I couldn’t decide where the egret’s presence  prevailed. And the last one?  Clouds are cool.  

A few weeks ago, while on another assignment in Bartlett, someone mentioned that I might be interested in Bartlett Grammar School.  The busy day didn’t allow a followup then, but the next week, on one of those afternoon/evening jaunts, I made my way there.   What an amazing thing to see, its red brick facade glowing in the late-day light.  A little background and history is in order.  It currently serves as Old Red Schoolhouse Museum and the Bartlett Activities Center, open the fourth Saturday of each month from 2-4p.m.   Now the history.   The Bartlett Independent School District was formed in 1903, with cotton and railroads putting this town on the Williamson/Bell County line squarely on the map.  A five-room school was built to accommodate all grade levels. By 1906, however, the community’s growth called for a better (and larger) place for the kids.  A successful bond election  paid for the structure you see in these photos.   Built in 1908-09, it also served all grades until a new high school opened in 1917.  Thereafter, it was known as Bartlett Grammar School for students in grades 1-8.  It remained open until 1988.  Since then it’s still here for Bartlett residents to cherish.  Owned by the school district, Kathy Jones, one of the residents watching over the structure, mentioned the school has leased the building until April 2093.   That means it has staying power!  It needs some loving care for sure, but it’s  not going anywhere.   Seeing the school called to mind my growing-up years in Texarkana, Texas.  My elementary school, Grim Elementary, was built in 1913.  It was also a regal dark-brick edifice.  In summer 1958, as I prepared to enter first grade, the school system decided to modernize the desks, offering for sale the original ones, those constructed of wood and iron, with the seats flipping down in front.  The best part?  The desks were selling for a quarter, which just happened to be my weekly allowance.  So I bought one, lugged it home.  When mama met me at the door, she was surprised.  “What are you going to do with that, Andy?” she asked.   But I kept it.   It’s still with me now.  Somewhere in the 1990s, I traveled to Texarkana for a visit.   I was shocked to see that venerable old school was no more, taken down to add a wider road.   This is one of the reasons I think so much of the “Old Red Schoolhouse” in Bartlett.   And the slide?  It’s original, too.