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, April 22, 2012

Carpets, Carpets of Flowers

     I may easily agree with most folks around these parts of North Texas that we may not see these luxurious carpets of flowers again any time soon. But then, I said the same thing a couple of years ago. Earth heals itself.
     Clockwise, left to right: Fields of Coreopsis basalis; in the foreground, Gaillardia pulchella, a red flower known as the Indian blanket; a small hill covered in coreopsis and Indian blanket; surrounded by coreopsis stand the Argemone albiflora, subsp. texana; stones and a gnarly oak, one of the parts I like to reach when I visit the ranch; tire tracks lead through more flowers, including soon to bloom agave plants; and finally, around a stone covered with lichen grow the coreopsis and Tradescantia occidentalis, a delicate blue flower known the prairie spiderwort.
      To add to the beauty of my experience I used a Nikon F6, a 70-200mm lens, and Portra 400 film.

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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.