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 . . .

Saturday, September 11, 2010

T-6 on the Ramp with Us

Navy planes, the T-6 sit at the Midland airport.


One of the Navy planes parked next to ours. 
The pilots may have popped in for a moment in the FBO for a cup of coffee.


Buckling up.


Putting more oil in the Bonanza.


Navy pilots are ready to taxi. Good luck, pilots!

Friday, September 10, 2010

Meat Eaters, Go. Just Go.

Love food? Meat? Go to the Hog Pit in Midland. Just go. I need not say anything else. Just go. Enjoy.









Wind Turbines and Oil Rigs Living in Sin

From my airplane seat I glimpsed a wind turbine through the clouds.


I think that here I show the enormity of each wind turbine. Those are roads leading up to each turbine. Can you imagine how large are the concrete foundations that support the massive towers? 


This petroleum drilling rig spews black smoke as it drills for fuel that powers the trucks bringing wind turbines to their locations, the trucks that maintain them, and my gas-guzzling Ol' Jalopy.


A truck carries a piece of an oil rig to another location for more drilling.

Love Bugs

Hermine Drenched Us a Bit

Please take a look at Ben's amazing photographs of storms. 
Click here: Ben Jacobi

Monday, September 6, 2010

Bursting Meteor

           The Milky Way impressed us last night, and to embellish our star-gazing, a large meteor burst overhead and left a long, wide, white trail. 
           Earlier, I caught sight of a Great Horned Owl perched on a lamp underneath a Purple Martin house. By the way, the Purple Martins have migrated.
One can almost see the "horns" on the owl perching on the post underneath the bird house.

As the owl took flight, I noticed thousands of dragonflies in the area.
This morning I found one summer flower standing tall and beautiful in the grass. 
On our way home, I couldn't help but feel "someone" was watching me. 
A windshield sprayer on the hood of this car seems easy to personify. 
Two little "eyes" "watched" me as we drove home. 

Saturday, September 4, 2010

Cooper's Hawk

         Yum, thought the Cooper's Hawk, peering intently into one of the aviaries at Wild Bird Rescue. Songbirds! What a great breakfast!



          He is still there, not intimidated by Terry, or Steve, or Alicia as they wave their arms in the air, trying to shoo him away.

Thursday, September 2, 2010

Ol' Red in Dallas

         The old county courthouse in Dallas, built in 1892 and saved from demolition recently, is now known as Ol' Red. The building, heavily restored, now hosts exhibits about the history of Dallas.
Thank you beautiful clouds enhancing my picture!


Inside, the Flying Philly seems to fly across the floor. 


Squint hard to see the wyvern atop the roof, behind the fourth floor turret. Beyond the wyvern, note the top of the mirrored skyscraper demonstrating the juxtaposition of the old and the new. The wyverns on the east side of Ol' Red are the originals from 1892; the two on the west are fairly recent.


The glass in the windows of the turrets show some distortion 
in the Dallas County Records Building across the street. 


Inside one of the renovated court rooms, my friend Ellen serves as judge.


Massive iron stair structures climb from the first to the fourth floor. 


Details of the stairs show rays emanating from a star that reflect light from each step. At the end of this flight we can glimpse a lunette protected from rustling feet by a brass bar. 


I found one of the original lunettes on display.


The exhibit, spanning a couple hundred years of history in Dallas, 
included a diary written by Martin Gauldin during the 1840s. 


Clouds, though, competed all day to steal the show. 



Monday, August 30, 2010

While Carrying a Camera

        
Airplanes sit on the ramp at midmorning waiting for their pilots.
A Cessna 340 needs an aircraft mechanic.
Flying at 18,000 feet we may see beautiful clouds.
Midland Airport runway 16 right.
Detail of Vic Payne's sculpture at Midland's fixed base operator, Avion.
Returning to Wichita Falls, we landed on Shepard's runway 15 center, 
while alongside a T-38 landed on runway 15 right.
If you squint, you can see at right a line up of T-38s waiting for us to land.
Once we passed the T-38s, they began to mosey on to the runway behind us.

Here I show a T-38 taxiing back to the hangar, the co-pilot waving at us. 
In the background, Shepard's tower.

One Reason to Appreciate Cellphone Imaging Technology

        Cellphones document images by scanning, and so this is what they do when presented with a fast moving airplane propeller. For fun, hover your hand over a printer as you scan. It makes for funky imaging. Cellphones do the same. Here I show images I took with my iPhone as MyMrMallory flew Papa Charlie's King Air to Midland.
From the right seat, I captured the effect of the cellphone imaging technology on the blades of the propeller. As usual, I appreciate the gorgeous puffy clouds in the background. 

Over the dash I took a picture of the left engine and props with gorgeous clouds in the background. 

Hold the cellphone vertically to create a different look.

Yes, those are actually UFOs speeding ahead of us (smirk).

Peaking Over the Post at Me

As I approached him slowly, the grasshopper stepped back 
until I could see only his eyes eyes eyes and antennae.
Taken with the Gentle Giant's D2h and Nikon 105 mm lens. 

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.