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 . . .
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
First David Farrabee, then Nap
BirdManBob phoned me at the last minute to ask me to present myself at the Wild Bird Rescue Center. I photographed State Representative David Farrabee, who will serve as WBR's guest of honor in March at the WBR's Celebrity Roast.
The Red-tailed Hawk dipped in altitude upon release, then took off free and healthy.
Thank you, David!
David posed with Missi, a kite we adopted for educational purposes, for she is blind in one eye and therefore cannot live in the wild.
Here is David with the Red-tailed Hawk. He doesn't know that he will release her after I have finished taking pictures of him holding her. BirdManBob said later that David's eyes grew wide when he learned he would release the hawk.
The Red-tailed Hawk dipped in altitude upon release, then took off free and healthy.
Thank you, David!
Photoshopped image of David releasing the RT hawk.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Posing with Predatory Birds
Lila holds a Red-tailed Hawk. The hawk is recuperating
from a severe injury that caused blindness in one eye.
Terry holds the injured hawk.
Here Lila poses with Missi, a Mississippi Kite that lost an eye.
We cannot release Missi, for with loss of depth perception, she will not be able to hunt.
Wild Bird Rescue has adopted Missi as their first educational bird.
Wild Bird Rescue board member Terry poses with Missi.
Kimbell Art Museum
Mayan relief, 600-900 CE
Egyptian lion-headed goddess, 663-323 BCE.
My friend views the exhibit of Texan-owned collections.
Bachanalian romping.
My friend bought a name tag for my bag.
Sunset on my way home.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
The Hub
This building locates across the alley from the Hub.
I am a fan of the new Hub, an outdoor art exhibit on Seventh and Indiana Streets, downtown Wichita Falls.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Saturday, November 7, 2009
The Jenny's Propeller Up Close
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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.