Something simple, a scene photographed a few times over the years. This site is often adorned with crops, but for now it’s just a quiet Blackland Prairie landscape, the rich soil a gentle counterpoint to good skies. A few years ago, this road, County Road 124, was supposed to be widened as the area’s population boomed. So far, however, it’s a nice two-lane path. For now. 
By now you might discern an abiding affection for windmills. They’re often photographed. Sometimes they get posted here. From recent outings. 
Georgetown Parks & Recreation held their Adults With Disabilities Dance, their Spring Fling, at the San Gabriel Community Center on Friday evening. It’s a poignant, heartwarming event to see and document. A 10-year-old joined his aunt for a few dances. The moody lighting, just right for a dance floor, was challenging, but it all worked out well. The parks department usually offers a similar dance close to Halloween. 
These walks would probably be healthier if the stops for photographs weren’t as frequent, but mental well-being takes precedence. My strolls usually last two-plus hours, Monday through Friday. Subtract less than ten minutes for snapshots each time and these old legs mosey on down the road. These are all from Taylor. The light was particularly nice on one morning when an assignment in Georgetown led to a walk beginning just after sunrise. Golden morning light is nice. 
Sitting at the computer all afternoon, the need to get outside was compelling. The mid-day light was not fulfilling. Something was needed to complete this day. Minutes ahead of sunset, I left home in search of a moment. This tree, and that hazy sun, seemed to be the needed therapy. A few frames were snapped before that sun just melted into the horizon. Enough. 
The Texas Photography Festival was held today in Georgetown, Texas. Photographers from around the state came to view exhibits, listen to presentations and attend 
workshops. Since it was held on the square in Georgetown, I covered it for the Williamson County Sun. Photographing other photographers, however, is not that intriguing. Thankfully, a 9-year-old photographer was joined by his dad at the festival, something a little different in this era of smartphone undertakings. David Valdez, the founder of the Texas Photography Festival (with the Williamson Museum) is pictured in the opening photograph. The last shot are two friends who found their photographic sweet spots.
Hawks, when I’m lucky enough to see them, are usually perched on power lines, intent on hunting for sustenance. They’re focused on task, not being pestered by a photographer. The hawk pictured tonight, obviously annoyed, kept moving from one place to another. A few photographs were taken as I followed her movements. She finally moseyed on. Raptors are intriguing. 
The egrets seem to be running a bit late for their annual trip to Taylor’s rookery this year, but we can always count on those intrepid cormorants to hold a few places there. Anticipating a full moon, I decided to relax at the rookery this evening. The full moon, when it finally showed up, darted in and out of clouds. The cormorants actually seemed interested. After about twenty minutes the moon settled into the clouds. And it was getting mighty dark. Before anyone asks, no, I am not staying up to see a lunar eclipse in the early hours of Friday morning. This old bag of bones needs the rest. 
Tonight’s views of the Blackland Prairie after a rainstorm moved through Central Texas. We could’ve have used more rain, but were left with a rainbow, a Waxing Gibbous moon and a nice sunset. The cemetery is Zion Lutheran Church, Sandoval, Texas. 
Our state flower is usually seen in late-February. I’ve been keeping an eye out for a few weeks. Perhaps the recent frigid weather slowed things down a little, but it was good to see a couple of the little blooms tonight at a favorite place in Circleville. You’ll often see a large field of bluebonnets offered, but the essential nomenclature of these flowers always draws me in. 
