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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, August 12, 2012

Nature Below and Above

     Lying on inflatable mattresses, MyMrMallory and I watched, between dozes, the Perseid meteor shower. We drove into the countryside, far from city lights, and close to coyotes howling throughout the night. Packs of coyotes communicated to each other from all directions, as if they surrounded us, to the east, the west, the north. Eek. We lay safely inside the truck bed, huddling under a flannel sheet, hoping that the coyotes would not hop up to join us, soft and furry creatures of God though they might be . . .

     Other wildlife included turkey (8), sandpiper (3), nighthawk (6), scissortail (2), mourning dove (countless), a lark sparrow, a hawk, and in the morning we spotted approximately forty wild hogs.

The dark passenger window of the truck provided me with a good filter 
to take a photo of the setting sun.
D4, 35mm, f16, 1/6, 400ISO.


Views to the west and the southeast; we surrounded ourselves with open country. 
D4, 17mm, f11, 1/13 and 30seconds, 1000ISO, brightened a bit in the digital darkroom.


    At times I counted six meteors, one right after the other; at other times, I waited while knowing that soon a white trail would appear from the east, sliding toward the southwest. Some meteors traveled  short paths, others long paths from one horizon the other, and others, impressively, finished their trails by explosion. 

     In the morning, a waning crescent moon rose next to Aldebaran, adding to the beauty of the meteor shower. 



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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.