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 . . .

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Cowboys and Hay

         I took a few images this morning of Monty's cowboys hard at work, plus a few shots from the HQ where I saw the Red-headed Woodpecker. On my way there, I took a picture of a Yellow-shafted Northern Flicker, saw some Mississippi Kites, and swerved several times to avoid Horned Toads on the roads.

Cowboys rounded up the cattle and moved them into the pens.

A cowboy hung his chaps on a fence post.

A sunrise I did not get to see for the thunder clouds above us.

Cowboys with trailers full of horses drove to town after work for a lunch at the Dixie Cafe. In the foreground I show part of one of the Prairie Dog towns.

Three bulls played at locking horns.

        Spotting the Red-headed Woodpecker is always a delight, and I have always seen it and heard it at HQ.

           Jim drove us around the ranch in his needed four-wheel drive. Moore County received an unusual amount of moisture, snow and rain, this winter, making a nice, but wet spring.

A hail storm destroyed the wheat crops, so Jim rolled it up to sell for hay. So much wheat was destroyed, I thought of the expression, "As far as the eye can see," for I saw rolled hay seemingly endlessly.

Jim powers some of his windmills with solar power.
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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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