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 . . .

Friday, May 28, 2010

Drilling in a Sorghum Field

There are drills perforating the land to find oil.
A drill rig stands within a crop of Sudan sorghum.
The operator of the rig.

He gathers drilled basalt.

A drill bit behind the boots of an oilman.

Nearby, we saw a well head.

Here, a drill rig prepares the hole for a pumping unit.

The trucker measures the amount of water in his truck with a post.

Water flows through the valve.

Two views of the reserve tank.

The drill post and one of the stakes that maintains it upright.

Four men tighten the valve.

A leak in the valve released vapor. 

The men worked until the sun set over the crops.
In the foreground, the "slush pit."

The water truck driver heads for home, too.

On our way home, a full moon rose over wheat fields. 


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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.
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