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 . . .

Saturday, May 22, 2010

Helicoptering Over Flowers

MyMrMallory flew the helicopter to a friend's ranch. We flew around the city to the north.
The view shows Scott Avenue leading into downtown Wichita Falls. I relished the opportunity to take photographs. 
On the way, we got lost, so we landed at JoAnn's church to phone our friends for directions. The church is surrounded by numerous species of spring flowers.
That's MyMrMallory in the background with his cellphone, receiving instructions from our friends.
The Municipal Airport lies nearby. In the photo I show runways 17/35 under renovation.


Our friends asked us to fly up the road for five miles, then turn east at the blue silos, pictured above.


Most of the countryside still looks colorful with flowers.


An orange tractor provided color, too, to the countryside as seen from the helicopter.


We landed in fields of flowers.




My friends flew with MyMrMallory checking on the ranch. I remained on the ground taking pictures and  feeling impressed by the prolific flowers.
VERY old barn and a road grater.


In addition to the flowers, the wildlife in the countryside seems fabulous this time of year. A Bullfrog jumps away from me and into the water. 



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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.