Except as noted, all images copyrighted by and should be attributed to E B Hawley.
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 . . .

Tuesday, March 6, 2018

Post Oak Falls, Little and Big

The "big" Post Oak Falls.

Little Post Oak Falls.

Update: The Post Oak Falls, "little" and "big," are found in the Wichita Mountains Wildlife Refuge. As an honor for me, I tagged along behind artist Ben Jacobi as he led me to them, all the while teaching me about the park, its history, the names of the mountains, and how to hike safely across the wet streams over which we hopped. All the while, too, I learned more about how to become a better photographer as I watched him set up his tripod and camera to capture a moment of time in the mountains. Before these captures, he took a long time to plan them by studying routes, the time of day for best light, which light he wanted in the image, the composition of each image. The photographs I composed myself of the wonderful scenes in the park serve as a reminder to me of the education and inspiration I received that day.
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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.