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 . . .

Friday, March 30, 2012

Lushness for Cows to Lick and to Eat

      North Texas looks lush these days after an unusually moist spring. Our friend, a cattle rancher, said to his son, "Git cher camera out here 'cause you ain't gonna see anything like this again in yer lifetime." The flowers push through other plants, and the wheat grow up to the bellies of the cattle. Naturally, I had my camera. I picture below some of the cows and wheat fields we visited.



      I watched the cows as they exercised their curiosity. As we parked the truck, they ambled over to investigate. In addition to seeing and sniffing, cows "felt" the truck with their tongues: Hard, warm surface. And I imagine they tasted it too: Pollen from oak and pecan trees, dust, road dirt, diesel fumes, highway pollutants. Gasp. On the sides of the truck they left their licks. I think of it as cow art.






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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.