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, June 30, 2012

$111 Coffee and Cookie

   To fulfill some of my flying requirements, I flew to Abilene with MyMrMallory in the right seat. In Abilene, we sipped some coffee, sampled a chocolate chip cookie, and then returned home. 
   Early mornings during the summer provide the best time to fly a little airplane, with mild temperatures and not too many thermals to bounce us around. During our flight, we heard other general aviation traffic on the radio, but had both airports all to ourselves, which is one of the charms about flying, in my view. One mustn't become complacent though, thinking we have the sky for our own, and should maintain a look out for other aircraft whose occupants also experience the delight of aviation.
    iPhone photo of the Red River and the nose of the Scissortail as we banked toward final on 15R at Sheppard.

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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.