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 . . .

Saturday, January 12, 2008

Gnome at Sunset


I went out to the lake to photograph the sunset when a fisherman appeared with his net. I told him that if he stopped by the Wild Bird Rescue Center nearby, he would find some of the photos I took of him. I like to share my photos with my subjects.


A nice man brought an injured pigeon to Wild Bird Rescue Center. I had just finished practicing photography. While chatting with BirdManBob the man drove up in a Cadillac. "Maybe he'll donate some money," I said to BirdManBob. The man handed us a pet carrier containing a white pigeon. He said his dog had caught her and that he'd chased the dog around for a while. BirdManBob lead him inside the center. When folks bring injured birds, they fill out a form with information on the bird's situation, such as where they found it, what more or less occurred to cause its injuries, and then if they wish they include their address. Sometimes they leave a donation. Inside the nursing room in the center, I held the pigeon while BirdManBob checked her for injuries, then dabbed antibiotic ointment on her wound, after which he weighed her, and then tucked her in her cage. Aside from looking frightened, I think she'll do okay.
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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.