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 . . .

Monday, December 8, 2008

Gnome Drives Around Llano County

Historic Post Office on Main Street in Marble Falls, established 1884 and served as post office until 1950. It is now an attorney's office.

The building in the photo below, located between Llano and Burnet, served as a school from 1910 to 1947. Nowadays, the community of Buchanan uses the building as a gathering and polling place.

Picture of Board Branch Cemetery, named after the creek by which it lies.

Reports show that after being killed by Indians, William Kinderly was the first person buried at the Board Branch Cemetery.

Cacti are proliferous in the countryside all around Marble Falls.

These tombstones date to 1830.

Picture of feedbarn in the town of Bluffton.

Seagulls flew to me to ask for food. I had none, but they remained close by, watching me just in case I would magically extract food from my pockets for them. Yonder, the waters of Lake LBJ. Boaters, clean up your trash!
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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.