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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, February 10, 2013

A Country for Big Owls

      Driving along the country, MyMrMallory and I came upon an owl's nest in a gnarly tree. 


She decorates her nest with mistletoe.

One can barely discern her large owl "ears."

Upon spotting our truck, she lept -- and what a magnificent leap -- out of her nest and away from us.

We explored her country. She lives on a ridge overlooking North Texas, 
where the agave and prickly pear cacti prepare to bloom. (I can hardly wait.)
Deer jostle at a pond near her nest, as shown by our wild-cams. 
I stopped to make a photo of the sedimentary rock common in her neighborhood.





Nearby, too, stand pumps, busily extracting oil, where abandoned pipes oxidize, 
around which the hardy and sweet deer step.



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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.