In the nine years I’ve been documenting Prince of Peace Lutheran Church, it finally came to me this week why it’s located in what’s called Wuthrich Hill.   If you look at the opening image, note the downward slant at left  along County Road 417.   Prince of Peace is most definitely on a hill!   In previous posts, I’ve felt the urge to level that horizon line, but the way you see it here is correct. A second photo from there is added to this post, one where a Waxing Crescent moon shines in the distance.  What you might see, or not, is the reflection of the church’s spire in one of the windows.   The final photo takes you back to Taylor,  on the same night, to St. James Episcopal Church, at the corner of 7th and Davis Street.   Sadly, one of its stained glass windows is missing.   I hope they replace it soon.  This church has been here since 1893.   The reflection of the church is actually the roof of my car.  Any prop will do when the result is pleasing.  Hopefully, it works for you, friends. 

Honestly?  I thought Saturday morning’s very cold weather, particularly after a long period of rain, would scare folks off from the Georgetown Parks Department’s annual Fishing Derby for kids.    But folks who enjoy their angling, regardless of age, are a determined lot.  The setting for the event was Georgetown’s newest park, Garey Park, 500-plus acres of pristine space west of the city.    The two ponds at the park were stocked with a thousand rainbow trout, but kids were pulling out bass and perch, too.   This was a blast.  These images were for my friends at the Williamson County Sun.

A few photos taken over the last few days, from cold and mist, to the return of sunlight as a day wanes.  For a little over nine years I’ve wandered around the Blackland Prairie in search of images that inspire.  While still there, it’s getting harder to do.  Our slice of heaven is growing.   For some perhaps that’s a good thing, but I wish it would adopt a slower pace.  

If truth be known, I could easily focus my lenses on the angels during the live nativity held each December at Taylor’s Immanuel Lutheran Church.   The first year I covered this incredible undertaking for the Williamson County Sun  was, if memory serves, about nine years ago, but who’s counting, right?    Since then, the angels have grown and moved on, but more step into their wings each season.   Saturday night, when this year’s photos were taken, it was quite cold, but thankfully, the rain that had bore down on our area of Blackland Prairie had moved east, paving the way for a special  undertaking.   Much of the nativity is indoors, but I was happy to see the scene in Bethlehem remaining outside.   The angels, shepherds, Mary and Joseph, and attendees didn’t seem bothered by the nippy wind.  Visitors to Immanuel began their night by visiting the church sanctuary, where choir members regaled attendees with uplifting music.  From there, it was onto Nazareth, then Bethlehem.  Note that though the nativity is conducted at Immanuel, 14 other area churches help make this happen.  Food donations were also accepted for Shepherd’s Heart Food Pantry in Taylor.   It was a good night.  It always is. 

Boy howdy, it’s been a very busy week.   The Williamson County Livestock Show, held at the Williamson County Expo Center in Taylor, began on Monday and concluded today with a premium sale.   While I didn’t attend today’s event, every other day found yours truly trolling for photos for the Williamson County Sun and the Austin American-Statesman.   This is hard, but rewarding photo reportage, friends.   For the kids taking part, it’s hard, too.   For many, it’s the culmination of a massive amount of work, with chickens, turkeys, rabbits, goats, lambs, hogs and cows.   While I missed out on the poultry and goat entries this year, everything else was documented to some degree.   This post has far too many photos, but the beauty of the internet is that I can share quite a lot.  And that is what you see tonight, friends.  Like the young fellow showing a lamb even though he lost a leg to cancer two years ago. Or the dad toting a bag of feed  through a heavy dose of rain for his son’s steer.   These kids work their hearts out.  So do their parents.   They deserve the recognition. 

Each year, since 1915, Southwestern University in Georgetown, Texas has held candlelight services for the season of Advent.  Beginning in 2010, I photographed this ethereal  setting at Lois Perkins Chapel for the Williamson County Sun.    While the images might look similar for each visit, they all have the ability to slow one’s heartbeat, bringing a sense of peace, particularly with the little ones.   Regarding the chapel, dedicated in November 1950, alumnus and folklorist J. Frank Dobie said this:  “The new chapel at Southwestern is the most beautiful college chapel I have ever seen on the western side of the Atlantic Ocean.”   Precisely, sir.

These are some recent windmill photos taken in East Williamson County, Texas.   The opening photo was taken on a very lightly-traveled county road, the traffic non-existent on the night I made the photo, allowing use of a tripod and longer exposure.   It’s a long-dormant homesite.   The only thing left, it seems, are trees and that sturdy windmill.    The second, another longish camera exposure, west of Granger.  Once again, the tripod came in handy.  And what few drivers passed by were understanding of an odd fellow on the roadside with a camera.    The last photo, through a stand of trees, shows a well-worn windmill missing some of its blades.   One would assume this one’s retired, but still holding firm.  Since I was standing  in the middle of this road, with a few more cars, no tripod was used, but the ambient light was good.   No worries there.  

For whatever reason, a particular route I like to take when looking for photos is covered in huge masses of birds in flight.   I haven’t gotten close enough to determine what birds they are, but my guess would be either grackles or starlings.   At any rate, it’s fascinating to watch as they navigate the East Williamson County skies with seemingly-effortless skill and resolve.   If you look in the far distance, some local folks might have an idea of this location.  

South of Bartlett, north of Granger, on a late-November night in Texas as a tree meets the night sky, and an equestrian, honing her skills, finds solitude on the prairie.  

I love my Central Texas area in so many ways.   While not aligning politically with many of my fellow citizens, the uniqueness exhibited here is wonderful.   One community I like a lot is Granger, up the road a piece from our Taylor home.   This community, 1400-strong, just put up its annual Christmas tree.  I’d passed it a few nights back, but only gave it a passing nod until a friend mentioned that the tree was adorned with cotton harvested from area fields.   How the heck cool is that?    So the main images tonight are of the tree, plus a couple more, lights by the town’s S.P.J.S.T. Hall.   And Santa Claus.   In January, I posted a photo of his visage peering at me from the second-story window of an old building.   It was neat to see Santa still there… still keeping an eye on things.    God, I love small-town Texas.