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 . . .

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Friburg-Cooper Community

Just east of Sheppard Air Force Base, rolling hills and picturesque farmsteads lie underneath the fighter jets' pattern of training. JoAnn drove me there today to show me the tender flowers juxtaposed with the harshness of the military training overhead.
A large and prolific agave plant blooms at the gate of the old Hobbs farm.
This is remarkably my first photograph of Texas Bluebonnets along a road. Until today I had not stopped to click the shutter, but instead had stood in awe of the hasty appearance of color over most of the countryside.
Friburg-Cooper Community Church surrounded by Indian Paintbrush, a few Marigold, and small clusters of Bluebonnets.
Flowers in Texas seem the most abundant in many years. I took the photos below two counties away.
The wild flowers have germinated and show hints of falling asleep. The mowers will wait a few weeks to ensure reproduction for next year. Here I stand admiring the color, and still I can hardly wait for it to begin again next year. 





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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.