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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 . . .

Friday, March 27, 2015

Wild Grape Hyacinth on Old Iowa Park Road




      Update: I was not trespassing to take these pictures, standing perilously by the side of the road. Still, when a young man driving a tractor, pulling a trailer on which sat a woman, I felt queasy about a confrontation. Thankfully, the woman came over for a friendly chat. 
      Her name was Kathy Davis and that was her son driving the tractor. They were working on fixing up the house that stood next to the field of flowers. Davis spoke about the history of the property, saying that her family had owned it since 1910. The property includes Wichita Valley airport, which she said provided a nice revenue for her family. In the background of the top picture, one can see an old hangar, part of the original complex of buildings of the airport. Her mother had a house right there where the hyacinths grew prolifically, and that she was proud of her garden; unfortunately, they had to raze the house. 
      Mentioning to her that I had stopped by there after Lita had mentioned the lovely field, she recognized her name and said that their sons attended school together. I promised her to print copies of my images and put them in her mailbox, which I did a week later.


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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.