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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, June 20, 2010

Saturday, June 19, 2010

Ambling Through a Ranch

       My post consists of some things I saw as I ambled across a ranch for a couple of days. Out of several hundred pictures, I chose the ones I thought would remind me of my week in the Texan Panhandle and which I had not posted previously.
Cowboys gathering hay.


Still smoldering hay that burned five days ago.


An abandoned barn falling down.


Wheat surrounding a windmill.


Harvesters waiting for the rain to stop falling overnight.


Brad fumigating the cattle.


Pretty, curious, and wary cows.


Pretty, curious, and wary horses.


Turkey Vulture nest at the abandoned ramp.


Valleys through which  .  .  . 


.  .  .  the antelope roam.


Rabbits watching out for predators.


Prairie Dogs barking at my approaching truck.


A Mourning Dove sitting in a Mesquite Plant.


When they can, birds living in barns.

And a gas well surrounded by flowers.

Friday, June 18, 2010

Curious Horses


Will's horses approached us to say hello.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Rivers. No, Channing



       Channing, with the smallest population in Texas, maintains a school from Kindergarden to Grade Twelve.  The town at first had the name Rivers. I found these tidbits on the Texas Escapes web site. The city is surrounded by vast, unendless views of undulating country, this year embellished by flowers. We stopped in Channing this afternoon for lunch at the Cowgirl Cafe (How the West Was Won!). The ingredients in the food were fresh and put together by a lady who knows how to cook. The middle picture shows the First United Methodist Church. The red roof of this historical landmark caught my eye.

Antelopes Have Cute Rumps

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.

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.

           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.

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.

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.