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 . . .

Sunday, April 11, 2010

Of Flowers, Birds, and Running from Cows

The countryside in Texas blooms with Bluebonnets.


There are several species of Bluebonnet. Above, I show the Texas Bluebonnet. The red dot indicates the flower has pollinated. 


Many species of flowers cover the countryside.


I would say which flower I picture above, but I left my flower book somewhere among the flowers in the countryside. P.S. It is Prairie Verbena.


Lark Sparrow standing on the stone.


A calf seemed content to rest on the grass.


Other calves approached us looking for a treat.


MyMrMallory hurried to close the gate before the cows followed us through in search for a treat.


Nearby an American Turkey stomped toward the highway. 


This angle and the timing of the Purple Martin may make some of us think he's leaving a jet condensation trail, as jets do at 30,000 feet.


Purple Martins up close in a picture I took last year. 


Bewick's Wren.

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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.