Downtown Wichita Falls is enjoying extensive renovations and revitalization. Here, my already favorite future downtown art gallery close to my heart.
Photographic and poetic meanderings along the countryside or while flying an airplane.
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 . . .
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Monday, August 31, 2009
Hermann Painted Noros' Mug
Along Route 1816
Fellow motorcycle enthusiasts also enjoy a cool August afternoon.Male turkeys along Highway 367.A characteristic view of the country roads I saw yesterday, and on the right, the empty oil cans used as communication devices between pumpers and gaugers in use until a couple of decades ago.
Up close look at the cans.
Set of communication devices near Swanson Ranch Road.
Brightly painted yellow cans along 367.
Up close look at the cans.
Set of communication devices near Swanson Ranch Road.
Brightly painted yellow cans along 367.
In Windthorst
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Jaguar Jaunt in the Morning
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Hermann in the Lens Again
Catherine remembers posing for Emil Hermann in 1937. She doesn't remember the background so thinks he filled it in later. I climbed into her attic to find this painting. JoAnn encouraged her to bring downstairs to display it. CC wishes to remain anonymous, and so JoAnn may not say in her book that this is a portrait of his little sister painted by Hermann.
Skip owns the painting below, which struck me at first as unusual in that the tree is in the middle of the canvas, and that, it is effective anyway.
The J Hirschi portrait presented problems for me because of the lighting. JoAnn carried it outside in the natural light, and held it for me as she held her breath, standing as perfectly still as she could while I took the image. Some post processing in the digital darkroom revealed a little bit of the color and hid some slight damage.
Skip also owns the landscape showing autumn on the shore of a lake. Perhaps he kept in mind autumn in Ohio while he painted this landscape.
JoAnn recently purchased the landscape below, which I've taken to call "Sheep May Safely Graze."
Skip owns the painting below, which struck me at first as unusual in that the tree is in the middle of the canvas, and that, it is effective anyway.
The J Hirschi portrait presented problems for me because of the lighting. JoAnn carried it outside in the natural light, and held it for me as she held her breath, standing as perfectly still as she could while I took the image. Some post processing in the digital darkroom revealed a little bit of the color and hid some slight damage.
Skip also owns the landscape showing autumn on the shore of a lake. Perhaps he kept in mind autumn in Ohio while he painted this landscape.
JoAnn recently purchased the landscape below, which I've taken to call "Sheep May Safely Graze."
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Ambling Before Sunset
Monday, August 17, 2009
Wandering In the Wild Bird Rescue Center
Baby Mockingbirds.I felt fortunate to have the opportunity to photograph these two nightjars, for BirdManBob would release them the same evening.
A baby Cattle Egret fallen from its nest onto the concrete parking area of the Harrison Apartments. Wildlife lovers say that Fire ants invaded Bird Island on Lake Arrowhead, which forced the birds to nest elsewhere, unfortunately within human domain. Since they are a federally protected species, they may remain in the trees at the Harrison apartments. Human tenants have moved away.
A baby Cattle Egret fallen from its nest onto the concrete parking area of the Harrison Apartments. Wildlife lovers say that Fire ants invaded Bird Island on Lake Arrowhead, which forced the birds to nest elsewhere, unfortunately within human domain. Since they are a federally protected species, they may remain in the trees at the Harrison apartments. Human tenants have moved away.
Of Corn in the Texas Panhandle
My Mr. Mallory's plane's tires need air before departing.
Mac's second hangar need roof repair.
From 6,500 feet we see crop circles.
Fellow farmers.
In a farmer's meeting room downtown Dalhart.
Driving across miles of agriculture land.
Flowers grow around a gate.
Insects thrive in the Texas Panhandle.
To the right, a corn crop circle; top, amazing cloud formations.
Bud shows healthy corn cobs.
An endless horizon with the occasional horse and cow, but many species of flowers.
Aviation traffic is heavy in Dalhart.
From behind Jim's Citation 560 XL parked in Pampa.
Mac's second hangar need roof repair.
From 6,500 feet we see crop circles.
Fellow farmers.
In a farmer's meeting room downtown Dalhart.
Driving across miles of agriculture land.
Flowers grow around a gate.
Insects thrive in the Texas Panhandle.
To the right, a corn crop circle; top, amazing cloud formations.
Bud shows healthy corn cobs.
An endless horizon with the occasional horse and cow, but many species of flowers.
Aviation traffic is heavy in Dalhart.
From behind Jim's Citation 560 XL parked in Pampa.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Saturday, August 15, 2009
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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.
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.