One thing to count on, friends is that I will return to the same subject matter time and time again.   Part of this, of course, is the fact that we seldom wander far from our Taylor home.  Then again, even if I were to wander to places far away, my favorite subjects would be right here on the Blackland Prairie.    If what I do bores you, a suggestion:  search elsewhere.   My feelings won’t be hurt.   Photos taken tonight pay yet another visit to Norman’s Crossing, Texas. The Boehm family has been very accommodating.   I am most grateful.   These grain elevators have been in their family for generations.  The opening photo is a few minutes past sunset. The second image is far beyond that.  The skies above?   They belong to us all, but it’s nice to see them while standing on a fine piece of land ocean.  

Tonight’s theme is horses.   These beauties are ones previously documented, but we visit with each other again from time to time.   The opening photo was taken west of Granger, Texas, the others in Norman’s Crossing.   I’ll leave it at that, friends.  

What you don’t see here, but available for viewing on my Facebook page, is a 1991 photograph of County Road 457, just west of Coupland, Texas taken by one of my esteemed instructors from University of Texas, Frank Armstrong.   Mr. Armstrong did quite a bit of wandering on the Blackland Prairie himself before moving to Massachusetts, where he lives today.   In his 80s, he’s still teaching.  And I’m still learning.    After looking up County Road 457, I took a drive there tonight to record my own scene.   Frank’s is better, in glorious black-and-white, probably taken with a 4×5 view camera, perhaps even 8×10.   The cemetery at right is for St. Peter’s Church of Coupland.   While there, looking to the left, cows were nudging each other atop a hill overlooking the road.   It was a deadend road in 1991.  It remains so today, ending at Brushy Creek.  Since the cemetery was across the street from the church, I stopped by there before going home.   

These are some shots taken in Dallas in the mid-1970s, when I tagged along with friend and mentor Skeeter Hagler as he covered a football game, Texas A&M vs. S.M.U.   It was an extremely-wet and cold day.  The Aggies were losing, too.  Who knew S.M.U. was ever good?   No action shots here, folks, just yell leaders, wet fans and (of course) Skeeter!   Ah, the the glamorous life of a photojournalist. 

As is often the case, I’m not always sure if something I photographed makes it to public view.   This large pasture of longhorns, however, has been growing on me since August, when they were made.   The photos were taken while strolling through the cemetery adjacent to Prince of Peace Lutheran Church in Wuthrich Hill.  Cows, often curious types, began to express an interest in my wanderings.  After a bit, I decided they needed their portraits taken, including some very young ones.  It’s probably a good thing I didn’t summarily toss these. 

It’s homecoming on a rainy Friday night as the Bartlett High School Bulldogs take  on Wortham High School, also the Bulldogs.  The field is soaked, but thankfully it’s just rain,  no thunderstorms  to stop the game.  

13-year-old Mona Shaw, one of the Bartlett cheerleaders, is unfazed.   Mona and her three other middle school cheerleading squad members  join forces with the varsity cheerleaders for homecoming.  

Born with Spina bifida in March 2005, Mona’s not shaken  by  challenges.   The Mayo Clinic defines Spina bifida  as a birth defect that occurs when the spine and spinal cord don’t form properly.   Within hours after her birth in Round Rock, says her mom, Mary Matthews, Mona was rushed to surgery at St. David’s in Austin.   

“The doctors told me she’d be paralyzed from the waist down,” said Matthews. The doctors were wrong.   Years of intense physical therapy, plus three more surgeries, have made a difference.   And then there’s her determination to excel. 

“Whatever they told me I couldn’t do, I’d do it anyway,” says Mona, adding “I try to do everything I can do.”

In this school community of  340 students, Mona excels.   She’s a cheerleader, yes, but she’s also a member of the middle school’s volleyball team and plays flute in the band.   Away from school, she volunteers at her church, First Baptist in Bartlett. 

Her family supports Mona’s passions.  “I’m there for everything she does,” says mom, who also has two sons, Mona’s brother, J.J. Shaw, 17,  a junior on s on the football team, and Dominic, 9, a water boy for the football team.    Mona Lisa Burnett, Mona’s grandmother and namesake, is often in attendance, too. 

Most days Mona can be seen making her way around the school, maneuvering with ease throughout the halls and grounds.   Sometimes, when overloaded with backpacks and books, fellow students come to her aid, but she relishes her independence.  

Bartlett ISD superintendent Travis Edwards is himself a cheerleader for Mona.  “Mona Shaw is a sweet young lady with an indomitable spirit,” he says.  “Despite her challenges, Mona aspires to do everything  that all of her classmates do ….. and she does!!  She is forever enthusiastic, positive, and a pleasure to be around.  She always has a smile and a hug for me when I see her,” adding “I am proud to know her and I am confident that she will grow into a very productive member of society.”

Mona’s volleyball coach, Lauren Siple, is also a fan.

As Mona’s Volleyball coach, it has been not only an inspiration to many of her teammates to see her tryout and play volleyball, but it has been an inspiration to several others that show up to support their loved ones at the junior high volleyball games. The first day I met Mona, she looked at me with a smile on her face and said something along the lines of “Coach, there is nothing that I can’t do,” this is when I knew I would love to have Mona participate and be a part of Lassie Athletics. Mona pushes herself each and every morning discovering things she didn’t think could be accomplished. I am so excited to see where this athletic program takes her with her determination and drive. Life is about inspiring others and pushing those to accomplish the impossible, and I believe Mona’s story does just that!

Cheerleading is a natural fit for Mona.   Her mom says she’s been to every high school football game since birth, except for one time for one of her surgeries.   After that, according to Matthews, Mona made it clear, telling  her doctor “If you’re going to do surgery again, you’re the team, everyone’s cheering for Mona.

Driving out this evening, as is often the case, there was no game plan at all, but I found myself drawn west, to Norman’s Crossing.  In the far distance, light was on its way to golden serenity on the grain elevators at the Boehm family farm.   Hopefully, my friends there don’t mind this impromptu visit.   I stayed for about half an hour, watching the light diminish on this wonderful bit of the Blackland Prairie.  

The Clayman Family Rodeo’s 25th anniversary event was held Saturday evening in Georgetown, Texas.   Because the arena was full of water after a steady afternoon of rain, events were moved to a covered arena at Windsong Farm.  The Clayman event was begun by Kelly and Jim Bob Clayman, both former rodeo stars.  Throughout the year, they instruct young equestrians in all things related to horses, not just rodeo.   The annual rodeo is a way of honoring the work done throughout the year.   As rodeos go, it’s not typical.  There’s barrel racing and pole bending, a little breakaway roping, as in the opening photo, but you won’t see those more strenuous events as you would in typical rodeos.   There’s a little action in this post, but beyond that (hopefully), a sense of the culture … a grandpa with his 2-year-old grandson, both wearing their cowboy hats, spectators for the night’s fun, three sisters, ages 4, 8 and 10, finding a good place to watch.   There’s Mary Jo, recovering nicely after a spill during pole bending.  Finally, there’s Kyle, an 8-year-old cowpoke, a student of Jim Bob and Kelly, but on this day, a helper.   I like this little  guy’s style.  He’s the one also presented in color.   These photos were taken for my friends at the Williamson County Sun. 

This has been a most stressful week for our country, evident in the social media posts I am seeing in abundance.   With that in mind, I open tonight’s offering with a barn I first photographed a couple of years ago in Travis County, Texas.   During some Friday evening wandering, without planning to do so,  the barn, now with a lovely light, came into view again.    This flag …. any flag, really, is a symbol, in no way the exclusive property of a political ideology. Think about that for a bit.   Add to that opening photo a couple of photos taken tonight around my Blackland Prairie, including something a little past sunset, a little north of Hutto, followed by a cyclist, adorned with night lights, getting in his daily miles along a fine stretch of road outside Taylor a few minutes before 8.    If you can, friends, lower your stress. 

By “downtown” I mean my sweet little community, Taylor, Texas.   When the mood feels right, and I’m not up to a drive through the country, a relaxing walk feels good.  These photos are from a Thursday evening stroll.   The opening photo is a little buddy, Mikail, who you might’ve seen before.  That’s daddy, Dennis, nearby.   And the cat?   Well, I think cats are cool.  Window-shopping’s included, too.  When growing up in Texarkana, my parents and I used to enjoy looking through display windows on a given evening.   That last photo, presented in black-and-white?  That’s a wonderful statue of Taylor native Bill Pickett, who created bulldogging.    Have a good night, friends.