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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, November 30, 2010

Baby Barn Owl On Its Way

          Happily, Wayne and Sue transported a baby barn owl to Lubbock, to a facility where rehabbers can raise large predator birds. I hope he will return to our neck of the woods. Wild Bird Rescue volunteers work hard to raise funding needed to build a facility that will enable them to maintain large birds, like the owls, in this area, where they were born. For now, they have to transport them four hours away to Lubbock, where eventually the birds, all grown up, will fly freely, and, one hopes, toward the area of their birth.
In the meantime, I've seen a large number of Northern Harriers in Archer County. (Yay.)
          I've also seen Sandhill Cranes flying about, but haven't pinned down where they are landing. Here I show a group flying over ranch land in Archer County.


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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.