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, January 22, 2019

Moonrise Over KCWC and My Plane

The full moon rises over KCWC, January 20th, 2019. The sun eventually eclipsed the moon that evening.
    At Kickapoo Airport, as the sun set, the moon rose. I captured several images to make a panorama, hoping to achieve a view that reflected reality, as I saw it that evening. Wide angle lenses make the moon look very small, which I did not want to do in my image. And so, I used a 110mm lens on my GFX 50s, exposed several images by panning, and then blended them in PhotoShop. I borrowed the reflection from the windows in another image to highlight the building, and then straightened the beacon tower.

     At eleven o'clock that evening, I photographed the eclipsed moon with the Nikon P1000 at 1000mm. I hadn't noticed that the camera has a moon icon as one of its scene modes (in addition to the bird mode). I turned the knob from manual mode to moon mode, just to experiment. The camera rendered a beautiful exposure, as I show above. I'm convinced that when I'm out and about with this particular camera, I should allow it to do all the work when documenting scenes.
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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.