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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 . . .

Thursday, December 10, 2015

Of Fairways, Sunsets, and Strobes

Popped in the golf course to view the sunset.

Trees, upper clouds, and condensation trails add to the beauty.

      I place my camera and tripod with an eye to the bridge (seen at foreground) before I note the steeple in the distance, framed by the trees. It is a fortuitous happenstance. I hastily retrieve my long lens and make the photo shown above. 

    To my left, the halfway house still lit up with activity, stands underneath pink clouds. My smoky lens gives the image its hazy look.

     In this image (and I won't ask you to squint your eyes to see it), MyMrMallory's plane turns to left base as he lands on runway three five. I did not expect him home so soon, another fun serendipitous happenstance this evening. And HOW do I know it is his plane? It has strobes so bright that one could not miss him even from outer Space. His arrival added to my delight.
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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.