Trying to finish this up, since I want to try to get some Lubbock seasonal stuff, like decorations around town and maybe Holland Gardens again.
There were crews setting up ATM machines in this parking lot. Money flows like beer...
I've got a LOT of memories of this place. But I am not a Catholic anymore.
Across from the Landa Park entrance there is an old building. It was there when I was a child. I finally photographed it.
Craft beers were not available this time around. But you could drink a lot of Michelob.
Let's look at some old houses.
There are a lot, and most are well-maintained and/or carefully restored.
In New Braunfels they are proud of their history, and they work hard to preserve whatever they can. This is not the case in Lubbock. I will finish New Braunfels next time.
These pics were taken from a parking area across the street, as things were being set up. It was going to be bigger and better than ever. But I did not go. Been there, done that. More than once.
This was a flour mill, once. It was a flour mill when I was a child.
When Wurstfest began it was poorly organized, randy, rowdy, and not especially family friendly. It was held in the basement of a burned out building downtown. There was a tendency for beer-sodden drunks to spill out into the streets. It is not at all like that today. It has not been like that for a long time.
More next time...
This was only the second time I visited New Braunfels after my wife passed away. It still feels very strange driving there without her company.
We walked through this park several times over the years, and around town together. A couple of times I bought her jewelry at antique places downtown. We had a rather pricey German meal at a restaurant by the river, sampled the local BBQ, watched the Children's Parade, checked out the farmer's market, walked through a large auto swap meet, enjoyed the Wurstfest. Good times.
There's a parochial school connected with this Catholic church, and I put in eight years there. Didn't hit the public school system until I went to high school. Nobody knew me. Some thought I was an English exchange student!
The nuns marched us across this bridge once a year, to Landa Park, where we had a kind of recreational day and picnic.
This is UNDER the bridge and I found evidence of flash flooding. It had rained a lot just prior to my visit.
This was the first time I've ever been under there.
The building behind the bridge was once the power plant! It has been converted into luxury condos. They kept the smoke stacks. It still looks like the old power plant. The cooling tower is gone, though. Very nice place to live if you can afford it.
The weather was great, the park was busy with Wurstfest crowds, even though it would begin the next day.
Nice park!
I used the telephoto a lot.
Most of my photos were taken in this park. More next time.
There were crews setting up ATM machines in this parking lot. Money flows like beer...
I've got a LOT of memories of this place. But I am not a Catholic anymore.
Across from the Landa Park entrance there is an old building. It was there when I was a child. I finally photographed it. 
Craft beers were not available this time around. But you could drink a lot of Michelob.
Let's look at some old houses.
There are a lot, and most are well-maintained and/or carefully restored. 
In New Braunfels they are proud of their history, and they work hard to preserve whatever they can. This is not the case in Lubbock. I will finish New Braunfels next time.
