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, August 28, 2010

Green Groan Growl





            And how green are you? Trucks with more than eighteen wheels transport the blades for each wind turbine, each turbine needing three. Carbon emissions from the trucks pollute the air. Massive and permanent concrete foundations hold each turbine. Gravel roads extend for miles from one turbine to the other.

Take this test: How Green Am I?

1. I love these trucks they look gorgeous. Yes (Ten points) No (Zero points).
2. I love to build things destroying grasslands and other natural environments, particularly if the construction requires massive amounts of rubber tires on highways, diesel pollutants from truck engines, huge concrete blocks that remain on the land until the Big Bang proves itself more than a theory, and kills birds and bats. Yes (Ten points.) No (Zero points.)
3. I love wind energy because my electric bills decrease a little bit. Yes (Ten points.) No (Zero points.)

Scoring: Zero points: You are a different color, whatever color, white, black, yellow, red, but not green. Ten to thirty points: You ARE green!
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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.