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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 . . .

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Hard Eleven Hours

         If only I could have stopped to take more pictures. With the little time I had available, though, I managed a few photographs that show the wonderful Texas seen along the way.
        Heavily post-processed image of part of the structure of a bridge over the Brazos River. Lesson: One must prepare one's camera for "grab shots" as methodically as for a well-composed photograph.


       Viewing the image above, let us play Spot the Courthouse in the reflection of this picture showing a Jaguar Saloon and the highway signs. 


An homage to the past, now old. 




         I've recently decided to show new things, or old things becoming new, opposing my images of Ghost Towns and dilapidated things. In this view, I show old buildings renovated as new, which I view as an endeavor of great character on the part of the community. The two images above show Jordan's Pharmacy in Hamilton, and the building on the corner of Archer and Main Streets in Jacksboro. 

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JMHawley Gave Me a Kiss to Build a Dream On

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.