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 . . .

Friday, January 1, 2010

Rummaging for Images: The Results


John landing the Beechcraft Bonanza in Pampa.

A Killdeer at Valley View Airport.

American Turkeys ambling around on the O'Donohue.

Gate at the Fort Worth Zoo. Fabulous ironwork.

Two More Snow Pictures


A neat discovery I made in Lightroom 2 involves backlighting. These two pictures came from my iPhone and looked too dark, but with the backlighting I brought out the details. One can even see the snowflakes falling in the picture above.

More Lightroom 2


I post processed both these photos, the Bluejay and the male Purple Finch,
 in the digital darkroom with Lightroom 2.

See previous untouched versions in previous blog entries for comparison.

Starting with Lightroom 2


I think this is photograph of a juvenile American Coot, or mud hen, I took at the pretty lake on the O'donohue, and which I post processed in the digital darkroom using Lightroom 2.
 
I took this photo of the Bluejay at the bird feeder a couple of days ago. No post processing.

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Flinging Bird Seed at Once

I felt delighted to see a flock of Redwing Blackbirds visit my bird feeders yesterday, plus finches, juncos, sparrows, bluejays, and robins. I watched the gang of Whitewinged Doves with some trepidation, for it was an ever-growing population of doves -- Whitewinged, Inca, Eurasian Collared, and Mourning -- that made me cease replenishing my bird feeders. For two years now I have not fed the birds, and yet, the Whitewinged roost in the nearby trees. I hope that their numbers will remain a handful, as they seem now, and that they do not lord it over the little birds.





Sunday, December 27, 2009

A White Christmas Indeed!






Kodiak Bear did not want to pose during the snowfall.
Winds gusted to 45mph.








We don't get snow, normally, hardly any at all. A white Christmas indeed!

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.


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.