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, December 2, 2012

Afternoon Ducks and Parhelion

     North Texas enjoyed (or not) warm temperatures this week. We still have water in every pond, some at full capacity, and plenty of grass in the countryside.

In the late afternoon, the sun, the clouds, the grasslands, and a road.

A parhelion.

A pumping unit bringing up oil.

Decades of erosion expose the roots of a tree in an area 
damaged by saltwater extracted from the ground during drilling. 

An oil product, perhaps paraffin, held together the clay soil during erosion,
leaving interesting formations.

A calf watches me as I capture the hooded mergansers in flight. 

Hooded mergansers.

MyMrMallory stopped the truck for me to capture some American widgeons.

    Speaking of birds, we had some very nice sightings during our afternoon visit to the countryside: Several Red-tailed hawks, a Northern harrier, a couple of American kestrels, many meadowlarks, about  ten Hooded mergansers, approximately thirty American widgeons, a solitary sandpiper, a Grasshopper sparrow, seagulls, and a Swainson's hawk.

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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.