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 . . .

Sunday, May 22, 2011

Planes to Cars to Horses

      The Museum of North Texas History celebrated a new fundraiser on Saturday, 21st of May, at Call Field East, Kickapoo Airport. David Martin flew the Curtiss "Jenny" and several classic car owners exhibited their vehicles. In addition to flying the Jenny with speeds of forty miles per hour around the grass air strip, David Martin flew his aerobatic airplane (Extra with a top speed is 400 miles per hour) over the airport. Mac flew next to him in his own Extra, both delivering trailing clouds of smoke along the sky that framed two parachutists, one of whom carried the US flag.

David Martin often assists the MONTH in its fundraising efforts. (Hey, any reason to fly!)


Mac flies his Extra at 200 miles per hour behind the sky diver.

Peyton drove his Packard to the fundraiser.

         While MyMrMallory took the two latter photos above, my friend Bobby accompanied me as we drove in the parade in the 1973 E-type.
         As the morning progressed, an Air Tractor outfitted to fight wild fires flew over the east taxiway and released several gallons of water that reached the croud downwind, providing a cooling mist. The grand event, though, consisted of the horse races along the grass runway.

Photo by Kristen Duwe published in the local paper.

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Let us go then, you and I
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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.
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