I met up with some fellow photographers in Gruene, Texas. (It’s pronounced as “green.” It was a perfect spring day: a few white clouds and a nice breeze. We wandered around town taking photos of whatever caught our eye, listened to live music while eating lunch on the patio overlooking the Guadalupe River at the Grist Mill, then wandered around a bit more.
It was the first time I’d ever been to Gruene (what have I been doing all this time?). Just before I left, I went into Gruene Hall (Texas’ oldest dance floor) and discovered a live band with dancing — in the middle of a Sunday afternoon! The band was Jack Hustinx & the Southern Aces. I don’t have dancing shoes (or boots) any more, but I may have to get me some. I had a wonderful time.
