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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 . . .

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Pampa Morning

Horned Lark.
Horned Lark singing on the grass with flowers nearby.
Bobwhite on a fencepost.
Mallard ducks and a pair I still need to identify. More later.
Scissortail Flycatcher.
View of Gray County.
A path to one of the watering holes for the cattle.
Cliff Swallows also visit the watering holes.
Doe.
Dove, Mourning, I think.
One of two frogs in the grass that startled me as I walked.
I saw many Horned Toads. What a delight to see so many.

I walked through two Prairie Dog towns.
Butterfly.
Dickcissel on a branch.

              Bird life in Gray County includes Meadowlarks, Horned Larks, Dickcissels, Lark Sparrows, Blue Birds, Red-tailed, Swainson's Hawks, Great Crested Flycatcher -- that I could identify. Then there were all the little birds, the little brown birds, the little flitty birds. Also, deer, frogs, Prairie Dogs, and Horned Toads. Driving the truck along the roads I came upon numerous Horned Toads, making me veer along the side to avoid them.
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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.