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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, October 16, 2016

Fort Richardson Under the Super Moon




     Not far south from Jacksboro, Fort Richardson State Park commemorates the fort that during the early 1860s to the late 1870s provided assistance to the people of the nearby area. Abandoned after the end of the Red River War, the fort's buildings fell into disrepair. In 1968, the city of Jacksboro acquired the 454-acre land that soon thereafter became the state park. 

     Texas State Photographer Laureate occasionally holds seminars at Fort Richardson. I attended a light painting lesson.

     We stood a short distance from the buildings while Mr. Meinzer rushed from window to window, light painting them with his EAG TAC G25C2 outfitted with the filter kit. He had already lit the second story windows with lights. 

Fort Richardson Hospital Building.

Officer's Headquarters.

October's Super Moon framed by my tripod.

Wyman and Robyn talk photography shop during our hot dog supper.

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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.
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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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