
Burton is a small town in Washington County Texas. It's claim to fame is that it is the oldest working cotton gin in the country.

Burton is a small town in Washington County Texas. It's claim to fame is that it is the oldest working cotton gin in the country.

ELM GROVE, TEXAS (Caldwell County). Elm Grove is a mile southeast of the intersection of Farm roads 86 and 158 and four miles northeast of McMahan in northeastern Caldwell County. There was supposed to be a church, 3 cotton gins, a steam saw and grist mill. All I could find was the School which was turned into the Community Center in 1953 and the Volunteer Fire Department . I'm still researching where the other building sites are.

CC_bridge_2 this one is on private property and no one was home to get permission to get to it.
These last is still in use.

St Johns Baptist plain St. Johns is not a town but rather a community,they are trying to raise money to rebuild the church. This church is in ruin and the steeple is about to fall off the roof

Happy Independance day Everyone!! Especially those past and present that gave us the independance to celebrate!!

Looking back over the archives and came across these I took at Big Bend. A lot of almost good shots. I see so much that I would have done differently with the knowledge I now have. LOL
14 miles southwest of San Marcos on Hwy 123 to Seguin. My granfather would have called it a wide place in the road!

For Ashton and Buckmiester's band of Longhorns, here are a couple more, in a field near Big Sandy, Texas. They DO grow 'em big down there!!
I went to Galveston to investigate a 'haunted' lighthouse, and felt like I had gone
The only way to reach Bolivar Peninsula is by ferry, from which the supposedly haunted Bolivar Lighthouse is but a
speck on the horizon. Along the way, we glide past an eerie-looking
partially sunken ship. Once on the peninsula, the
black towering lighthouse dominates the landscape, and a
foreboding marsh surrounds the lighthouse around back.
Prehistoric-looking cranes roamed the marsh grasses looking for a meal, and
waded the waters off of the peninsula.
After a day of ghosthunting, nature called, showing us a bee, and not just any bee- but an angsty,
dressed-in-black Goth bee.... and
gargoyles kept watch over the descending sunlight. A ghostly moon
peeking through blossomed trees gave a final otherworldy touch to the unforgettable day...
Went to see the Texas
However, to keep the flowers wild and beautiful, certain rules have to be followed. It is sad that despite the large warning
signs, some on the
other side of the fence just don't listen.
On our trip to find abandoned buildings we passed a road called Roberts Cemetery Road. Intrigued....we drove down this road, and were delightfully rewarded. Several headstones had a very loving quality to them as it appears as though they are handcarved-
And a run down of the remaining headstones that caught my eye and lens:
Anna,
Bauer,
Eckie,
Ella,
Hier,
iron cross(light played with to create this effect),
Mrs Emma, and
Oran.
We didn't see strangers... but we weren't
alone.
I went through my Houston Arboretum pix while sitting for two hours in Denver: