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, August 3, 2012

Cattle Guards, Old and New

     On land that has served as a cattle ranch for over one hundred years, expect to come upon sites that give a glimpse into the past. Here I show two cattle guards, one still serving its purpose, and one dragged aside as if its new purpose would become a decoration in the middle of the prairie.

Repaired cattle guard.

A cattle guard, oddly, in the middle of a pasture. (If things could talk.)

      Nikon D700. I subsequently suffered through a painful amount of post-processing in the digital darkroom with these images, taken the same day. I quarreled tediously with the white balance and color settings. Finally, capitulating, I slid the saturation level all the way to the left and felt slightly happier with the images. These black and white images should serve to me as a reminder to check my camera settings before making each photograph. Thanks to Aperture software and the tolerance of digital photography I can still document things I come upon in the Texan panhandle.
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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.