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 . . .

Saturday, November 7, 2009

In the Air


Aviators gathered for the annual pumpkin drop. Here are a few planes waiting for their turn.






Two Stearmans participated. They looked impressive.

Thursday, November 5, 2009

Tuckered


Mr. Tucker renovated the old Muelberger building on Indiana Street, converting it into an exhibit we can see from the street or the sidewalk. Unique.







I particularly enjoy looking at this one showing a silhouette of a cowboy at top left, and Richard looking into the window at the sign "Who is John Galt." Google it if you don't know about John Galt.




Friday, October 30, 2009

Emil's Long Lost Howard Found


I found this image, neglected, forgotten until today, in the innards of my computer.

Open Range (in reference to cattle)


Herefords amble across the road in huge Waggoner Ranch country.


An old dam now looks picturesque.


The sole building in Grayback, the Baptist Church stands well tended and well attended.


Motorbike in cattle country.

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Spiders on the Number Three




Sikes House


Since the weather made it foggy, I spent some time post processing in the digital darkroom. The grass, though, did look this amazing that day due to the above normal amount of rain we have received.

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Flowers in October


I took a photograph of a small cluster of flowers that seemed representative of the yellow coloring over most of the countryside.


I stopped to take a photo of one of my favorite curves along Hwy 367.


The Herefords gave me a reason to take a photograph of the immense barn in the background.


Goats munch on the grass around stationary oil wells.


A man pushes a snake off the driveway and into the ditch.


The stars and bars shine brightly in the sun's rays.

The Quarter Notes: Barbershop Quartet in Wichita Falls






Thursday, October 15, 2009

Hemmi

My Mr. Mallory's 1953 Chrysler New Yorker had a hemmi long before hemmis became cool.

Back in '53 and still smarting from WWII, car companies employed nickel rather than chrome.


Wednesday, October 14, 2009

A Cooper's Hawk Today

Animal Control brought a Cooper's hawk to Wild Bird Rescue this afternoon.


Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Mary Stephens




Mystery Art Auction has begun at the Kemp Center for the Arts.


Mary exhibits her work there at the moment.





Thursday, October 8, 2009

Out and About Around Doans

Rolled up wheat.


Horse apple (maclura pomifera)




Pig track.




        My hero saints, Virginia and Wallace Huggins.

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Missy


Missy, a Mississippi Kite now living at Wild Bird Rescue, Inc., will soon educate the public on some things ornithological.


A hummingbird will spend this winter at the center recovering from injuries sustained -- somehow. 
The hummingbird will feed on her own, but she will not fly, yet.

Let Lovely Turn of Phrase Begin

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.