Google it, plan it, and visit it. Soon.
Photographic and poetic meanderings along the countryside or while flying an airplane.
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, November 27, 2008
A Hike on Thanksgiving
Startled mudhens fly across the lake.
My Mr. Mallory fosters nine horses. They were neglected by their owner. Now, a year after staying with us, they are looking healthy and happy.
Cardinal in mesquite.
The mound behind the post provides an abode for many rattlesnakes.
We observed this snake while it lay motionless along the shore of the lake.
My Mr. Mallory fosters nine horses. They were neglected by their owner. Now, a year after staying with us, they are looking healthy and happy.
Cardinal in mesquite.
The mound behind the post provides an abode for many rattlesnakes.
We observed this snake while it lay motionless along the shore of the lake.
Friday, November 21, 2008
On Highway 50 West of Pueblo
Just six miles west of Lamar stands the Star School (1899). The Historic Restoration Company seeks funding to restore the school. To donate, visit their web site.
Mist covered my view of the Cheyenne Mountain (top), while on the Broadmoor Lake Black Swans paddled along, past ice-covered trees, presumably toward their breakfast ground.
I did not allow myself to zoom past the Pueblo Weisbrod Aircraft Museum, no matter how longingly I yearned to find myself wrapped in Mr. Mallory's arms. On Highway 50 just east of Pueblo, the aircraft museum is easy to find -- and well-worth visiting. The exhibit is exquisite with items from every war in which the US men have fought. To honor these men, their loved ones have either donated or loaned the museums their military paraphernalia, such as complete uniforms, medals, swords, personal weapons, and even cigarrette lighters. Passionate veterans of the military run the museum, and as I strolled in the hangar accompanied by my guide, ninety-one year old Herman Gerres, I could perceive the fervor with which they brought together this museum. See their web site at http://www.pwam.org
Rudy's fully-restored 1944 Stearman sits unobtrusively yet impressively in a corner of the museum's hangar. Rudy has raised close to two million dollars on behalf of the museum.
Dog Tag stamping machine.
Herman stands next to the intervalometer. Inside, human crosshairs aide the airman in his accuracy.
Photo of Herman's plane and fellow airmen. He stands far right.
The exhibit explains the history of the Tuskegee Airmen.
Display of US Air Force bases in England during WWII.
Herman glimpses through the cockpit door.
Glen and Herman were in charge today. Stop by to say hello.
Mist covered my view of the Cheyenne Mountain (top), while on the Broadmoor Lake Black Swans paddled along, past ice-covered trees, presumably toward their breakfast ground.
I did not allow myself to zoom past the Pueblo Weisbrod Aircraft Museum, no matter how longingly I yearned to find myself wrapped in Mr. Mallory's arms. On Highway 50 just east of Pueblo, the aircraft museum is easy to find -- and well-worth visiting. The exhibit is exquisite with items from every war in which the US men have fought. To honor these men, their loved ones have either donated or loaned the museums their military paraphernalia, such as complete uniforms, medals, swords, personal weapons, and even cigarrette lighters. Passionate veterans of the military run the museum, and as I strolled in the hangar accompanied by my guide, ninety-one year old Herman Gerres, I could perceive the fervor with which they brought together this museum. See their web site at http://www.pwam.org
Rudy's fully-restored 1944 Stearman sits unobtrusively yet impressively in a corner of the museum's hangar. Rudy has raised close to two million dollars on behalf of the museum.
Dog Tag stamping machine.
Herman stands next to the intervalometer. Inside, human crosshairs aide the airman in his accuracy.
Photo of Herman's plane and fellow airmen. He stands far right.
The exhibit explains the history of the Tuskegee Airmen.
Display of US Air Force bases in England during WWII.
Herman glimpses through the cockpit door.
Glen and Herman were in charge today. Stop by to say hello.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Gnome BROaDMOORing
Outside the Hayden Hays gallery, I photograph the reflection of my legs on the window.
After Spencer Penrose died in 1936, his wife Julie gathered the carriages and other vehicles they owned, plus carriages owned by friends, to continue the legacy begun by her husband. The collection includes an 1841 Williamsburg Brougham used by William Henry Harrison during his inaugural parade, and an 1862 C-Spring Victoria owned by Chester A. Arthur.
After Spencer Penrose died in 1936, his wife Julie gathered the carriages and other vehicles they owned, plus carriages owned by friends, to continue the legacy begun by her husband. The collection includes an 1841 Williamsburg Brougham used by William Henry Harrison during his inaugural parade, and an 1862 C-Spring Victoria owned by Chester A. Arthur.
Icon of Dallas
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Along the Way to Colorado Springs
Undulating hills on Highway 287 north of Dumas soon become a straight line northward.
A tire shop in Boise City displays the famous Pegasus sign used by the now defunct Magnolia Petroleum Company.
Cimarron County Courthouse built in 1926-8. Cimarron County is the western-most county in Oklahoma.
The Stage Stop on Main Street in Springfield, Colorado.
A tire shop in Boise City displays the famous Pegasus sign used by the now defunct Magnolia Petroleum Company.
Cimarron County Courthouse built in 1926-8. Cimarron County is the western-most county in Oklahoma.
The Stage Stop on Main Street in Springfield, Colorado.
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Gnome Ponders Composition
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JMHawley Gave Me a Kiss to Build a Dream On
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.
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.