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 . . .

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Two Ways to Move a Helicopter

You might feel surprised by how maneuverable a grounded helicopter may seem. Some, such as Tommy's have removable wheels on each skid.




Once you accept Randy's offer to help you push the helicopter out of the hangar, you can remove the wheels, as shown below.




OR . . . you can land the helicopter, nimbly, masterfully, on a wheeled pad, a picture of which I show above, then pull it into the hangar with the truck. 


This pad needs a repaired wheel. 


I noted these old chalks on the moveable heli pad. Not needed here, except to make an interesting photograph. 

Monday, June 21, 2010

Mankins

            I saw Mankins on the list of Ghost Towns of Texas. We stopped by there this afternoon to take a look. Take note of the construction of the walls, particularly the storage barn door, which seems reminiscent of what we might see on the Greek isles in their own construction methods of taking stones from other structures and from other places to construct new buildings.
This small building stands on the side of Hwy 82, eighteen-wheelers rushing past it at sixty miles per hour. 


On the front door, Fedex had left a note.
























The white figure at the top of the stairs looks like a gargoyle, one of several we saw standing guard at the entrances of the two dwellings. 





Sunday, June 20, 2010

Ghost Towns of Texas: McClean


          McClean held a Prisoner of War camp during WWII, housing 3000 inmates from enemy nations, predominantly Germany. This spring, I saw flowers and agave plants growing over any foundations that they may have left after removing the 20 or 30 buildings of the prison. Our visit seemed particularly striking with the storm in the short distance, and the single images subsequently enhanced by HDR.



Windmills at the Panhandle Plains Museum





The exciting facade of the Panhandle Plains Museum.

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

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.