Yeah, I know what you’re thinking. The actual “full moon” is on Thursday. Let’s go back to my rule of thumb regarding moon photos, friends …. when it looks good, shoot that baby. Tonight’s moon over the rookery at Taylor’s Murphy Park is in a Waxing Gibbous phase, over 97% visible. It looked close enough to me. By the time Thursday rolls around, it might be too cloudy to see. Shoot the moon when you can!
Last Saturday I spent my morning at Georgetown Farm Supply, where Abby Brewer was conducting a Chickens 101 class for about twenty interested folks. Brewer raises about 125 prize chickens at her home near Jarrell and presented the ins-and-outs of how to care for and raise chickens. That’s a popular pastime for a lot of people these days. I’m reminded of my own childhood in Texarkana. When I was about 5, we had mess of chickens. One of my jobs was to collect eggs. The resident rooster, however, didn’t like little humans and regularly gave chase. By the time I was 7, we had moved on past chicken-raising. Anyway, Saturday’s session was fun, for both adults and kids eyeing up the baby chicks. These photos were taken for my friends at the Williamson County Sun.
A horse finds room to graze under a canopy of trees on a warm and peaceful late-February evening on the Blackland Prairie. I’ll leave it at that.
Plenty of friends have grackles where they live, but I’ve not seen them in such mass anywhere else. I do believe this Central Texas climate agrees with them. These photos were taken last evening in our grocery store parking lot. Grackles are smart. They know people are shopping for groceries and have figured that out. One of the most interesting things witnessed in this very parking area a few years ago were a mess of these guys making fast work of bags of groceries in the back of a pickup truck. Whoever was driving that truck should’ve known better! At any rate, it amazes me that they don’t bump into one another more when flying so fast and so dang close! Although the last photo has less avian presence, it’s my favorite of the bunch.
Our little town, Taylor, Texas, though small (about 16,000) has some pretty parks. Cypress trees adorn them. To call them visually-arresting might be understatement. These are photos taken this month around Murphy Park and Bull Branch Park. 
There’s a photographer I friended on Facebook last year. To my knowledge we’ve not met. His name is Gary and he lives in New York City. If I read his profile correctly, he’s Canadian by birth, but his photos of New York are just wonderful. You can feel the love for where he lives in every single photograph. They aren’t newsy images by any means, just little testaments to his town. That’s kind of how I feel about where we live now. On the surface, the Blackland Prairie landscape is as different from New York as can be, but if you look deeper, you get what Gary is doing. Hopefully, so am I. Tonight’s photos are along a country road on my ocean of land in the heart of Central Texas. 
“Mame,” the newest mainstage production at the Georgetown Palace Theatre, is a lively musical starring Michelle Cheney in the title role, but has a fine all-around cast, all giving excellent performances. Kirk Kelso is back at the Palace for this production, in the role of Beauregard Jackson Pickett Burnside. As with most of the Palace’s productions, tickets go fast, but you’ll have plenty of opportunities since it’s playing on the Springer Memorial Stage weekends through March 25. These were taken for my friends at the Williamson County Sun. As with most of my Palace work, more photos are posted on Facebook.
It’s still cold and rainy in my part of Texas, but not enough to slow down the appreciation of light. As I was getting a cup of tea this morning, I noticed this plant in our living room. Honestly, I don’t even know what it is, but it’s soothing. Just something to jump-start your weekend, friends. No big news.
A story I was listening to on National Public Radio this afternoon dealing with the issue of homelessness and struggles among a growing population of senior citizens brought to mind a January 1975 Shreveport Journal series I worked on about the struggles of the seniors in our area. At the time, in my early 20s, it was terribly sad. I have vivid memories of the lady in the opening photo, presented again in the final three images. Now, as a 65-year-old senior, it makes me think even more. The issue of income inequality is real, but never more apparent than in our growing country of underserved older citizens. 
Here in East Williamson County, Texas the temperature barely made it out of the 30s today. Combined with sporadic rain throughout the day, it felt mighty chilly. By the time I left to take a few photos this evening around 6:15, the precipitation had increased to a steady downpour. The majority of photos taken tonight were shot with my car window rolled down. I only got out (briefly) for the water-soaked field, and only then because the drumbeat of moisture gave me a tiny window of opportunity. Perhaps most interesting to me was the unusual color of the first few images, almost giving them an old-fashioned feel. For fun, they’re also presented in black and white here. Except for the last one, a quick stop by Prince of Peace Lutheran Church in Wuthrich Hill, where the sanctuary was in use, giving the old structure a nice evening glow. That needs to be in color … this time, anyway.
