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 . . .

Sunday, December 27, 2009

Christmas Lights After the Blizzard














When the streets became passable after the blizzard,
My Mr. Mallory and I drove around to take pictures of the lights.

Thursday, December 24, 2009

Good-bye, Bob, and Thank You

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Robert Howard, Congressional Medals of Honor (three times), Purple Heart (eight times).

Christmas Eve Snow



Hodge was game for a romp in the slushy snow, willing to pose for the camera.


Ducks in flight during the heavy snowfall. Our morning began with pleasant rain
in the early morning, then turned to large snowflakes around eight o'clock.


The wind blew about forty miles per hour.


Saint Francis.


Hodge's sponteneity exemplifies the reason why I need to be ready with my camera and its settings.


Later, in the park, a German Shepherd loped across eleven inches of snow.


Children ride along Hamilton Boulevard.


An SUV's wheels turned ineffectively on the snowy driveway.


Shoveling snow off the driveway.


A Red-tailed Hawk disappears beyond a tree along Martin Street.

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Scissortail


I'm not allowed to fly it alone without my license or an FAA instructor, so I taxied up and down the airport all afternoon. Passengers in the terminal of Municipal Airport undoubtedly wondered what that little plane was doing taxiing all over the place and around parked jets. Tomorrow, finally, my flight instructor, Jim, will have recovered sufficiently from ankle surgery for us to resume our lessons.

Friday, December 11, 2009

Miss D's Hawk

Miss D from Animal Control brought a fatally injured hawk to the Wild Bird Rescue Center.









The odd framing has to do with the Nikon lens 18-200mm 1:3.5-5.6 ED DX on my full frame D700. I think, though, that the effect makes for intriguing framing of a remarkable bird.


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.

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.

The LOVE Shack











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.

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.