This is a grove of trees I pass often. In July I posted one photo from there. Recently I stopped by again. It’s interesting to observe the changing pattern, color and intensity of light on this little piece of Williamson County, Texas when the sun’s rays fade into a night’s oblivion. The series was documented for just 34 minutes. Light changes quickly at day’s end.
According to the Old Farmer’s Almanac, this year’s Harvest Moon falls in October, not September. You know what, folks? It looked pretty doggone nice this evening above Taylor, Texas. 
With gas supplies harder to get, probably because of greedy people filling up 55-gallon containers, I’m staying fairly close to my Taylor home. One go-to place I love, just over a half mile from home, is Bull Branch Park, adorned with ducks, geese, beautiful cypress trees and a really nice little pond. My daily walks take me through here almost every day. These were all done as the day’s light faded into history.
It’s probably no surprise, friends. I am a sucker for both early-morning and early-evening light. Offered here are two recent examples. The first, taken on the opening day of dove-hunting season, are cattle egrets making their across the Texas sky just after sunrise. The other, I’m pretty certain, is a cotton harvest taking place at the end of a lovely Blackland Prairie day. No other words are needed. 
Friday morning I got an early start to observe the beginning of dove-hunting season in South Central Texas. As in past years, I found a good spot, only a few miles east of home, on land owned by Wilbur Brinkmeyer and his son, Ted. Each year, they welcome a number of dove hunters to their scenic fields. This year, as in the past, folks traveled from several parts of Louisiana to take part, both young and old. I particularly enjoyed watching a father give directions to his 12-year-old daughter as they spotted a dove in a nearby tree. Reno, the large dog, now 13, has been retrieving doves for years. The Chihuahua, Lacie, however, has not, but it was interesting to watch her try! These photos were taken for my friends at the Williamson County Sun.
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This week marked my 65th year on the planet. To mark the milestone, I visited what I’m calling my “birthday barn.” It’s a sweet old barn, maybe less than two miles from our house in Taylor. For years, I’ve passed it, but never saw anyone in the farmhouse in front of it. Needless to say, it was just something to admire from afar because I do not trespass on private property. A few months ago, however, I spotted a couple in the front yard. I pulled in and introduced myself. “Would it be okay,” I asked, “if I periodically stopped by to photograph your barn?” They were nice enough to say yes. These photos, taken last evening, were my second visit to the barn. The 1963 Impala that was there the first time is still there. The son of the couple stopped by last night, , filling me in a bit more on the barn’s history. He thinks it was built in 1901. It’s been around a while longer than yours truly. From time to time, maybe I’ll visit it again. It’s not far from home. And it has staying power. Hopefully, I will, too.
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From time to time I sort through files of black and white photos taken along the East 6th Street corridor in downtown Austin, Texas. They are among the images I took while studying photojournalism at University of Texas in Austin. 
For the past several years I’ve enjoyed covering the Sterling Gloves Boxing Tournament for my friends at the Williamson County Sun. These are a few photos taken last Saturday. Increasingly, the sport attracts younger competitors, both male and female. While it’s never been the sport for me personally, many people get involved in it to stay in shape. Boxers, when they’re focused, are some of the healthiest folks you’ll find. At any rate, here are a few images. 
Tonight’s photos were taken last evening and tonight. While Tropical Storm Harvey continues to cause Hell in Houston and other parts of Southeast Texas, the storms seem to have moved on where we live. Three images are offered, including a jet soaring through the clouds. I’m guessing the plane was aiming for Austin-Bergstrom International Airport. Houston Hobby and Bush Intercontinental, in Houston, are both shut down until Thursday. This is followed by a Waxing Crescent moon peaking out through some fine clouds. And from tonight, yet another windmill, this just a wee bit north of Hutto. As much as possible, I’ll give you something positive. It doesn’t minimize what’s happening to the east, but perhaps it’s calming. I hope so.
At dusk last evening, I drove around a little of the Blackland Prairie. While the fallout from Tropical Storm Harvey didn’t affect us nearly as much as others, the farmer’s soil is still saturated far more than it needs to be. Hopefully, the cotton still in the fields isn’t a total loss, but I’m no expert on these matters. The post starts, however, with Prince of Peace Lutheran Church, east of us in Wuthrich Hill, Texas. The rest are impressions, nothing more. 
