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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, May 12, 2013

Horned Lizard Among Flowers

Foxglove, page 290, Wildflowers of Texas, by Geyata Ajilvsgi. 

Sandy Brazoria, page 254, Wildflowers of Texas.

Powderpuff, page 248, Wildflowers of Texas; Pink Sensitive Brier, page 116, Texas Wildflowers, A Field Guide by Campbell and Lynn Loughmiller.

Green Milkweed, page 14, Wildflowers of Texas.

Prickly Pear, page 80, Texas Wildflowers, revised edition.

Hedgehog Cactus, page 70, Texas Wildflowers.

Crameria, page 254, Wildflowers of Texas.

Basketflower, page 306, Wildflowers of Texas.

The yuccas begin to flower.

       Near the plants shown above, I spotted a horned lizard, naturally, the only sojourn from my truck without my camera. After dashing to retrieve my camera, I returned to look for the horned lizard, but doggies and I spooked him under some yucca plants -- as we thundered up the hill, excitedly. Remembering General McArthur's words I say, "We shall return," camera in hand! 
       Also seen on this day: collared and prairie lizards.


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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
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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.
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