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 . . .
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Cadillac Ranch
If you would like to take a look, Wikipedia published a nice entry about Cadillac Ranch on Interstate 40 outside Amarillo. If you go to Cadillac Ranch, remember your can of spray paint. Enjoy the experience of dynamic art.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Cowboys and Hay
I took a few images this morning of Monty's cowboys hard at work, plus a few shots from the HQ where I saw the Red-headed Woodpecker. On my way there, I took a picture of a Yellow-shafted Northern Flicker, saw some Mississippi Kites, and swerved several times to avoid Horned Toads on the roads.
Cowboys rounded up the cattle and moved them into the pens.
Jim drove us around the ranch in his needed four-wheel drive. Moore County received an unusual amount of moisture, snow and rain, this winter, making a nice, but wet spring.
Cowboys rounded up the cattle and moved them into the pens.
A cowboy hung his chaps on a fence post.
A sunrise I did not get to see for the thunder clouds above us.
Cowboys with trailers full of horses drove to town after work for a lunch at the Dixie Cafe. In the foreground I show part of one of the Prairie Dog towns.
Three bulls played at locking horns.
Spotting the Red-headed Woodpecker is always a delight, and I have always seen it and heard it at HQ.
A hail storm destroyed the wheat crops, so Jim rolled it up to sell for hay. So much wheat was destroyed, I thought of the expression, "As far as the eye can see," for I saw rolled hay seemingly endlessly.
Jim powers some of his windmills with solar power.
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Pampa Afternoon
Horned Toad.
American Avocet.
Looking out the attic window of the abandoned house.
Abandoned barn.
Cliff Swallow nest inside the abandoned house.
Pampa Morning
Horned Lark.
Horned Lark singing on the grass with flowers nearby.
Bobwhite on a fencepost.
Mallard ducks and a pair I still need to identify. More later.
Scissortail Flycatcher.
View of Gray County.
A path to one of the watering holes for the cattle.
Cliff Swallows also visit the watering holes.
Doe.
Dove, Mourning, I think.
One of two frogs in the grass that startled me as I walked.
I saw many Horned Toads. What a delight to see so many.
Butterfly.
Dickcissel on a branch.
Bird life in Gray County includes Meadowlarks, Horned Larks, Dickcissels, Lark Sparrows, Blue Birds, Red-tailed, Swainson's Hawks, Great Crested Flycatcher -- that I could identify. Then there were all the little birds, the little brown birds, the little flitty birds. Also, deer, frogs, Prairie Dogs, and Horned Toads. Driving the truck along the roads I came upon numerous Horned Toads, making me veer along the side to avoid them.
Monday, June 14, 2010
Ghost Towns Along the Way
Storms remained to our east, looking marvelous in their immensity embellished by occasional lightning. Above, Gabriel experiments with panoramic views before one of the Pampa plants.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Hog Dens Under Clouds
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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.