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, January 24, 2010

Northern Shovelers, Angus Cows, and Prairie Dogs


This photo shows the unusual shape on the bill of the Northern Shoveler. This is one of a pair I saw near Holiday.

Thursday, January 21, 2010

Caught My Eye


I enjoy looking at the contrasting textures
and colors of a Hereford skin (yikes), the Saltillo tile, and the silk rug.


Replacing the "u" with a "w" seemed highly clever to me.
Was I the only one who noticed?

Meet Fernando Ramos


We drove through beautiful countryside in North Central Texas.


The S in Texas carved into stone covered with fossils.


We visited with our host (pictured above) who introduced us
to another cool cat, tile artist Fernando Ramos.


Shown above, Susan Toomey Frost's book,
Colors on Clay: The San Jose Tile Workshops of San Antonio,
in which she mentions the work of Fernando Ramos.


Work by Fernando Ramos, who became famous, too, as a Flamenco dancer.


Detail that shows Ramos's signature.

Monday, January 18, 2010




Frolicking horses surrounded our truck
as we drove across the farm toward the gate . . .
and escaped into the front field.



My Mr Mallory stopped the truck alongside a pond
where Canada Geese stopped for the evening.
I startled them out of the water with my presence.
The two Herefords across the pond looked up
at the gaggle of geese flying overhead.


Sweet cows.

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Mac's New Aerobatic




Mac and My Mr Mallory's reflection on Mac's newly acquired Extra aerobatic airplane.

Hanging Around a Hangar











Monday, January 11, 2010

Pelican on Frozen Lake




I had the honor of releasing a pelican. He stayed at Wild Bird Rescue Center recuperating -- and we don't know what happened to him -- ate many minnows provided to him by Lila, but he was ready to go free. He may have suffered from hunger and exhaustion after the recent blizzard and subsequent cold temperatures. The surface over most of Lake Wichita remains frozen. The pelican, though, seemed to know what to do, and headed toward the lake. Eventually, he stopped at the opening of the cove and sat down near the reeds to wait through the evening.
Photographs by Bob Lindsay.

Friday, January 8, 2010

Ohm






At no other time in my life do I deliberately behave mischievously, surreptitiously, and blatantly disobedient than when I hold a camera in my hands. I apply the notion that asking for forgiveness yields better results than asking for permission. I ignored the signs stating that the Crowell Collection Museum did not allow photography of the monks, and chastised vociferously for taking the top picture. Expecting a scolding, I prepared to act surprised, then follow with my doe-eyed look of remorse, while pretending to turn off my camera and put it away. Other times it works well to snap a picture and then run for safety, but I wanted to remain in the presence of the monks, infusing myself with their good vibes -- and waiting for the first chance to take another picture without offending anybody. Of course, in contrast, being Budhists, the monks smiled and waved at me, forgiving my trespass.

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Hypocrites: Church-going Slanderers and Adulterers

For the past couple of weeks I have quietly, deeply reverently manifested a solidarity with Jesus of Nazareth, a fine fellow, by not partaking of his body and blood at communion because some people do not follow his counsel, fairly common sense anyone with any brains can follow, and yet do not.

Saturday, January 2, 2010

My Friend Eddie


Above, my friend Eddie stands before the west end window of the Church of the Good Shepherd.
Lightroom 2? I have moved on to Lightroom 3! The backlighting helped me bring Eddie up from total darkness while maintaining some detail on the window.



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.

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.