A sunset view east of Granger, Texas tonight, friends.  The truck is traveling along a dirt road, kicking up a layer of dust, enhanced by the day’s final rays.

“Cats,” opening tonight at the Georgetown Palace, is non-stop fun to see.   These photographs were taken during Thursday night’s dress rehearsal.   More photos can be seen on my Facebook page, also Instagram (@andybobsharp).   I photographed this wonderful musical about eleven years ago.   It was great to see it again.   Some of my photos will appear in the Williamson County Sun.

Three photos taken Wednesday evening are presented here, all taken east of Taylor.   The Saharan dust has once again provided us some interesting haze, but probably not a good fit for folks with respiratory issues.   The setting sun manages to shine a little over a field of unharvested corn.   Milo is alive with vibrance.    And that old bit of farm equipment has rested under that tree for years.   I like seeing it there.   The agrarian landscape is evolving.  Hopefully, people will remember how the Blackland Prairie looked.

More barns tonight, friends.  Two are probably  living their last days, but a third, adorned with red poppies, looks ready to keep going for many more years.   All were seen in North Williamson County, Texas.

Kittens at the Library has become such a popular event that the host, the Georgetown Public Library, moved it to a larger room.   The Georgetown Animal Shelter brought 35 kittens to the library this year.   I’m glad to report that every kitten was adopted.   Adoptions were a great deal at $35, the price including spaying or neutering, chipping and help with needed vaccinations.  It was a heartwarming day for all of us.

A return to familiar territory tonight, a sunset east of Weir, Texas.   Nothing more to add.

A photo from my long road trip home tonight.  This field in far Eastern Milam County, Texas always gets my attention.  The clouds hovering overhead are an added gift.    It’s time to rest, friends.   Many miles traveled this week.

A few quick snapshots taken last evening in Atlanta, Texas, the only Atlanta I knew when growing up in Northeast Texas in the 50s and 60s.   My father was raised here.   This Atlanta was founded in 1872.   When daddy was born the population was around 5,000 people.   It’s not much more than that today.  There are several Atlanta’s around the country.   This is the one I remember.   On the road again, just a quick post.

When I was 12-years-old, daddy and I visited Pine Crest Cemetery in Atlanta, Texas, the Cass County town where he was raised.  The cemetery is where his father, my paternal  grandfather, Robert Andrew Sharp, was buried.  When I was born my parents named me Robert Andrew Sharp III.  My grandfather, born in 1888,  died in 1925, when my father, Robert Andrew Sharp Jr. was a toddler.   But I digress.  My 12-year-old self had a first driving lesson here.  “You can’t kill anything here, Andy,” he explained.  “Everything’s already dead.”  The cemetery, with a network of roads and hills, was a perfect place to hone my driving skills,  especially with a 3-speed manual transmission 1952 Chevy.   I stopped here tonight while continuing that long road trip.   Thankfully, I found my grandfather’s gravesite, now almost 100-years-old.    I’m still driving, still learning.

Just three photographs taken during a couple of daily walks before leaving town last week in Taylor.   I’m back in traveling mode first thing Saturday morning.