If you happen to be in the neighborhood, stop on by the Archer County Historical Museum. If you find the door closed, dial up the numbers on the note pictured above to ask if someone might be available to open it for you. That's Jack Lofton amazing Gabriel with his encyclopedic mind. I show, too, pictures of a printing press and a pulling machine (in HDR), plus the historical marker, and the facade of the old jailhouse now museum. The old jailhouse seems to burst at the seams with its permanent exhibit of . . . stuff . . . lots of stuff . . . indoors and outdoors.
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 . . .
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Monday, June 28, 2010
Luscombe
Wichita Falls, a city rich in aviation history, has several airports within a ten-mile radius, including the runways of Sheppard Air Force Base. Only four miles or so away from the runways at the base sits Wichita Valley Airport, home base of some of the most classic aircraft ever developed. Here I show a 1946 Luscombe flown by Mr. McMurray. Today, Mr. McMurray gave Gabriel a lesson in aircraft operation. What a great aircraft for someone's first flight! (And look at that background! Thanks, Weather Goddess, for taking the rain to fall in the distance and not on the plane, embellishing this image.)
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Where's Ben?
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Bisous
Bisous appeared and disappeared as in a flash today. She hides when we have guests, but today she came into the kitchen while Gabriel played the guitar in the living room. Once he stopped, she quirked her ears in his direction, heard him pit-patting down the hall in his socked feet, and slinked away, cat-like.
Working Early
The great thing about rising early -- in addition to coffee or tea -- is the sunrise!
This image shows Gabriel pounding a T post into the ground.
Friday, June 25, 2010
JoAnn's Book Now on Sale
The book, Emil Hermann, His Life and Art, written by JoAnn Crites, is available for purchase at the Museum of North Texas History, 720 Indiana Avenue, Wichita Falls Texas, 76301, or by phone (940)322-7628. Proceeds of the sale of this book go to the museum and the Wichita Falls Literature and Art Review. Interestingly, after the book was published, and during the advertising period, several people contacted JoAnn and the museum to say they owned paintings by Emil.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Tractors: Air and Farm
This is the nose of an Air Tractor, a machine to dispense chemicals over crops.
And here is another kind of tractor. Dave was returning from mowing at the Humane Society's Cleaning Up Day. He insists that I cease taking pictures of him -- as if I could refrain with picturesque images like this one -- because he is Amish and is not allowed to have his picture taken.
Thornberry Peach Festival
The experience seems good year after year with the sandwiches, the peaches, the cobbler, and the ice cream. Especially, so seems the music good at the Peach Festival every year in Thornberry. The Red River Valley Boys (plus drummer girl) delighted the spectators with their charm and well-played music.
Readying Reading: Santa Fe
One of many fave towns, Santa Fe, seems a refreshing literary journey for a gallivanting ranching gnome. To embellish my visit there, I've procured the following book as part of a growing list of readings: Death Comes to the Archbishop, by Willa Cather. I can imagine vividly my dear friend and professor, Jeff Campbell, thrusting the book in my direction, adamantly wishing to share Cather's work with me. Next on the list: Walks in Literary Santa Fe: A Guide to Landmarks, Legends, and Lore by Barbara Harrelson; Literary Pilgrims: The Santa Fe and Taos Writers' Colonies, 1917-1950.
We will visit the opera, too, while in Santa Fe. One of the best operas in the country -- the world -- we will enjoy listening to and watching Madame Butterfly.
We will visit the opera, too, while in Santa Fe. One of the best operas in the country -- the world -- we will enjoy listening to and watching Madame Butterfly.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Dundee
Another ghost town.
You might see the image of this school frequently online, or the side wall of the old store along Hwy 82, and you might even see the image of the Methodist Church . . .
. . . but you might not see from the inside of the church the stained glass windows, their art rendered modestly, as one might feel upon entering through its door.
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.
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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.