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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 . . .

Saturday, June 12, 2010

Wheat Field Cemetery

           Gabriel and I ventured into the tall grass to look for the abandoned cemetery in the wheat field. The descendants asked us to not plow the resting places, but for ten years now they have not visited. Mesquite plants now overwhelm the tombstones.
The larger stones stand above the tall grasses.


I could hardly see Gabriel through the overgrown plants. That's the old Taylor tombstone he is photographing. 


We quickly took a picture of this nest. Perhaps the nest and its tender egg belong to a Mourning Dove.


I knew when I took this image that I would enjoy post processing it in the digital darkroom. 
Thanks, Photomatix.


Sent out an APB on the identity of this bird. Will update you when I find out. P. S. Female Dickcissel.


Fun grab shot of Gabriel opening one of the gates. 

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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.