Except as noted, all images copyrighted by and should be attributed to E B Hawley.
I had become many eons ago a traveling literary gnome, inquisitive about places I had and had not visited,
walking the same paths of peoples from the past, through places once grand and still grand,
photographing images that now show me the places about which I still dream . . .

Thursday, April 26, 2007

Gnome in Dallas and Fort Worth

We met with Karl at the Meadows Museum in Dallas. Afterwards, I could not help but think of the expression "like two ducks in a pond" when I saw this easy shot of two ducks asleep in the water -- or snoozing while unaware of my stealthy approach with my camera. I used the Nikon D80 with an 18-55mm lens. Then I drove to Fort Worth.

Folks admire the exhibits at the Arts Festival on Main Street in Fort Worth.

I adore this picture.

A fellow photographer lurked among the other visitors to the Arts Festival. He had hung around his neck the strap to a Nikon D2xs. Now, you know a person feels serious about photography when s/he uses a D "to excess" as I call it. I used the strap to my D200 on my D80 -- not having found the right strap to the camera as I rushed out of the house earlier that morning; so, when he said: "The jewel of Nikon," I did not feel sure if he meant the D200 or the D80. I would have asked him, but he disappeared in the crowd. Frankly, I prefer the D200 over the D80, and hold the D2xs as the best of all, except to take on all-day trips (it's heavy).
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Listen, will you? I think that . . . literature, poetry, music and love make the world go round . . . while mathematics explains things; I fill my life with them, then go walking in snowy woods.
Let us go then, you and I
like two etherized patients floating
through life, together feeling prufrockian.
DDB Jr. makes my world go 'round; during his absence, Pachelbel fills it up.
One summer I sailed across the Atlantic Ocean, then through the Gulf of Finland to reach Saint Petersburg; I pursued Joseph Brodsky in its alley ways. I dream of making that two summers.
I read “Biking to Electra;” found my way in a Jaguar car, and glanced at the flashing steel grasshoppers at sunset. I’ll follow K.O.P.’s footsteps after he followed N.Scott Momaday’s; find warmth and inspiration on a rainy mountain.
Throw chinese coins for the I Ching.
Save the whales, the spotted owl, the woman in toil.
Cast a fly for trout; my memories of fly fishing under the sunny blue Colorado sky remain; I yearn to build more . . . with more trophy Browns.
Listen for the swan’s calls on the Baltic Sea. Feel KKII's joy, his arms spread wide in Yazilikaya.
Good night, Jimmy Durante, where ever you are.