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, June 19, 2010

Ambling Through a Ranch

       My post consists of some things I saw as I ambled across a ranch for a couple of days. Out of several hundred pictures, I chose the ones I thought would remind me of my week in the Texan Panhandle and which I had not posted previously.
Cowboys gathering hay.


Still smoldering hay that burned five days ago.


An abandoned barn falling down.


Wheat surrounding a windmill.


Harvesters waiting for the rain to stop falling overnight.


Brad fumigating the cattle.


Pretty, curious, and wary cows.


Pretty, curious, and wary horses.


Turkey Vulture nest at the abandoned ramp.


Valleys through which  .  .  . 


.  .  .  the antelope roam.


Rabbits watching out for predators.


Prairie Dogs barking at my approaching truck.


A Mourning Dove sitting in a Mesquite Plant.


When they can, birds living in barns.

And a gas well surrounded by flowers.

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