Fires Over North Texas

Fires still raged after two days. 

     It is awfully dry around these parts and we've had no rain. Yesterday the temperatures reached in the sixties with a dewpoint of six and winds howling at sixty miles per hour. In the neighboring town people lost their homes to the fires. This afternoon, firefighters still fought the fires.

Fisher Pond.

Firemen still doused smoldering grasslands.

Air crane taking off from Kickapoo Airport.

 Below I show a Great Blue Heron and a flock of Cattle Egrets flying over the dry grasslands.

Great Blue Heron

Are they Cattle Egrets flying over a cow?

Bedraggled Eagle

 

It snowed throughout the night in Decorah.

Poetry: Tattered Silk Robe

 

Artemision Bronze, Athens, 2007. 

Tattered Silk Robe

Would you consider it a lovely thing if every man

and woman would write about the life of a lover? I ask

as my husband's life careens on and around the oceans

dusk until dawn and spring to autumn before the icy

caps on the waves hurl inland to slap his shins --

he runs and skips and dances and makes love

until sunrise shows the pink of his ageing cheeks . . .

and so I write about him -- wouldn't you in my bare feet?

I sit naked on a log near my soul mate, pen in hand,

he wears a silk robe suffused with the oils of his body

and the energy of his prayers that do not cease except

to begin again praying for the many people he loves.

Then he looks out the window, walks on the sand

finding the piece of an oar, he lifts it above his head

and like the Artemision bronze he poses  . . .

breathes deeply the salty air, and squints at the sunrise.

Poetry: Woman

 

Water color artist, Saint Petersburg, Russia, 2006. 

Woman

Everything began when Adam
asked me if he should sell the stock
of a company that he bought years ago
and that consisted of his only savings

He wanted to know what I thought
about trading his savings for a camera
Should he follow his dream or not?

Like Eve leaning against the tree
munching on an apple, I said, of course --
trade your only savings for a camera

Adam sold his stock, paid his taxes
bought a camera, set to work
He photographed loving couples
who paid him for his images

He became well known around the globe
for his work in portraiture and weddings
People everywhere paid him for his images
except me -- mine are free.

Poetry: In Gallipolli, Generation Skipped

 

Gallipolli, May 2008.

In Gallipolli, Generation Skipped

He washed his feet as I entered the cemetery
having put his jacket on the bench nearby
and his hat placed gently on the arm rest.
He turned the faucet to release more water
then looked up at me as I walked past him.
I looked away up the hill at the monument
to the Fifty-seventh Regiment whose soldiers
laid before me resting in peace under rows
of marble stones showing their hallowed names.
I sat on the edge of one of the rows of graves
framed by lovingly-tended flowers and roses.
These graves of Turks were as tenderly cared for
as the graves fo the Johnnies near the Lone Pine
looking lonesome as the man who now finished
put on his shoes, his jacket, his hat, and knelt
next to me with his palms raised toward God
and wept, our tears falling down our cheeks.

Poetry with Matthew: After Joanna Solfrian

      I feel pleased to say that I've studied poetry for some time now with Matthew. Every week we delve into the work of a particular poet. This week we studied Joanna Solfrian. Matthew commented about Solfrian's poem 'First Snowstorm, 2003,' "It's a slow poem, a quiet poem. I guess, all poems about snow try to be slow and quiet. Snow has that effect. Wouldn't it be interesting to write a poem about snow that was loud and fast?" The effect of his words made an image in mind of thunderbolts through falling, wind-blown snow, a response to semantics that I often find fascinating. But this week's exercise has more to do with having three or more abstractions to weave in one poem, which Solfrian does effectively in "First Snowstorm" as she touches upon a church, a snow, a belly-ache, childhood, and death. I chose the appearance of a gnome at my doorstep the same day I returned home with three rose plants. My first observation during the exercise came quickly, and now helps me to articulate that a work alluding to, or weaving together several things adds depth to a poem or a story. Note: I have not heard yet about the golf gnome. I left her on Ann's doorstep, and that is the last I saw or heard about her.

First Gnome  

At Garden Club last month I learned

Plant the rose bushes on Good Friday  

and I with the brown thumb wait

the upright thorny green stalks  

with a scant few leaves sit by the window

waiting with me for Good Friday  

I walk outside my front door

to get my mail and see a gnome  

standing on my front porch

looking up at me. I blink and ask

Are you here to live among my roses?  

but looking closely at him --

rather, her, I see she wears a skirt  

despite her beard, and a necklace

from which dangles flamingos

and in her hands she holds a golf ball. 

To confirm her gender she calls

herself Juliette, and she hands me a note 

Please take on this mission. Please

take on this mission. Take me to a

golfer's home and leave me on her porch.   

Will you return by Good Friday?

but I thought better about asking her

to live among my pink hybrid roses

her skirt being tangerine, her gnome hat red --

What would Garden Club think about that?  

Cherie McBride's Tousled Crow, Louie

 

Posted on the infirmary door at the Wild Bird Rescue sanctuary. 

 

Yellow-headed Blackbird

      Yellow-headed Blackbirds migrate through Wichita Falls, dropping by at Wild Bird Rescue for food and to benefit from abundant food on the shore of Lake Wichita. They nest along with the Red-winged Blackbirds, but behave aggressively toward them. Here I show a Yellow-headed in one of the trees at the sanctuary.

Perry in the Sky

Fires in Texas

Bonanzas!

      Our local members, Glen and Bonnie, organized a fly-in for the Southwest Bonanza Society. The folks at Kickapoo Airport shuffled aircraft around to make room for every one of the guests and stored them in hangars . . .  without charge. Most of the hangars were packed with Bonanzas, as shown in the photo below.

Homer a Feminist? Eek.

            Above I show an iPhone image of Lynn giving an illuminating lecture on Homer's works. Lynn's intriguing observation brings attention to the female characters in Homer's work, specifically, their nurture and intelligence as opposed to the male characters' tendencies to engage in savagery.

Decorah Eagle Cam

  

    The Raptor Resource Project installed a camera to film a Bald Eagle pair in Decorah, Iowa. The livestream has gone viral throughout the world. Indeed, I keep mine streaming most of the day to occasionally glance at the eagles. Here are some shots I took of them today.

 

 

  

Highlights from Weebly

 

Sia, the Comanche Nation's Ethno-Ornithological Initiative.

Tundra Swans at Lake Arrowhead.

Moonblink, a Barred Owl and Wild Bird Rescue's Ambassador of the Sky.

Steve, one of only one hundred certified wildlife rehabilitators in the world.

I had the honor of releasing a rehabilitated Canada Goose back into the wild. 

       And now I dabble with the thought of returning to Blogspot . . . for it seems easier to view my photos, to me, and I think it may to you, too . . .

Feathers and Flight

I have dabbled a bit with a new blog. http://www.scissortailaerobat.com/index.html

Separate pages show different events in regard to subject matter, and two pages (for now) allow me quick access to my friends' blogs and other sites.

Bye, Karl, and Thank You

    Karl Kilinski II (1946 - 2011)


Karl Kilinski II, archaeologist, art historian and perpetual traveler to exotic lands, 64, died Thursday, Jan. 6, 2011. Service: There will be a gathering of friends and family from 5 to 7 p.m. Tuesday at the Modern Art Museum of Fort Worth. Memorials: SMU, The Karl Kilinski II Fund, P.O. Box 750281, Dallas, Texas 75275-0281, or in Karl's words "I do not want flowers, sympathies or well wishes. Karl is gone; do something constructive for existing humanity instead." Karl was born in New Orleans, La., April 24, 1946, to Karl and Virginia Oliver Kilinski. He received his Ph.D. in classical art history and archaeology, University of Missouri, 1974. At Southern Methodist University he was a university distinguished teaching professor, teaching classical art, Greek myth and art, and Egyptian art. He was the recipient of numerous honors and awards in his fields including Outstanding Professor and Godbey Lecture Series Author Award. As an archaeologist, he participated in both underwater and land excavations in Greece. He was senior Research Fellow for the American School of Classical Studies in Athens, Greece, director of Academic Programs in Greece, Japan and Cairo, board member of The Society for the Preservation of Greek Heritage, The Ambassador's Committee of Friends of Greece, and more. He was widely published in scholarly journals and the author of several books on the subjects of Greek vase painting and myth in art. His recent work "Greek Myth in Western Art" has just been accepted for publication by Cambridge University Press. His educational tours focused on the Mediterranean, Turkey, Egypt and Africa. He had guest curatorships and was a symposium organizer for various museums such as the Kimbell Art Museum, New Orleans Museum of Art, San Antonio Art Museum and the Meadows Museum of Art, along with lecture tours for the Archaeological Institute of America. At SMU, he was on the Advisory Committee to International Programs, the Review Committees for Classical Studies Program and Medieval Studies Program and involved in the Master of Liberal Studies Program. He was the chair of the Art History Division 1981-1987 and 1998-2001. "The world is a great book, and those who do not travel see only one page." -St. Augustine. Survivors: Gunnie Corbett; brother, Robert Kilinski and Linda Cooke; niece, Anna Kilinski; nephews, Steve Kilinski, his wife, Jessica, and their children, Roman and Connor; Kenneth Kilinski; cousin, Jinna Gutches, her husband, Bill, and their children, Shaun and Scott Calliham; Gunnie's family, Bradford Corbett Jr., his wife, Jennifer, and their children, Ford and Turner Corbett; Pamela Corbett Murrin and her children, Carlotta and Stephen Olav Murrin; and Todd Corbett, his wife, Tessa.

Karl in Yazilikaya, Turkey, 2008.

Karl in Istanbul lecturing about the tomb of Alexander, 2007.

Karl enjoyed drinking raki while visiting Turkey.

Here he poses with Julian and Hakan, the other two Rakiteers. 2008.

Hakan sent us a poignant text: "3 rakiteers - 1 rakiteer = 2 rakiteers."

And he will be sorely missed by us all.

Photographs of Karl in Turkey by E B Hawley.

Air Tractor Lomographically

King Air Lomographically

Jenny Lomographically

Whooping Crane Spotted by Game Warden

           Large numbers of Meadowlarks sit on posts that run along the fields where 20,000 Sandhill Cranes, and one Whooping Crane, have alighted to rest for a couple of weeks during their journey south.
           In addition, we spotted many Kestrels, Red-tailed Hawks, and three or four other species of hawks.

        The flocks of blackbirds, from Cowbirds, to Brown-headed Blackbirds, to Red-wing Blackbirds, seem impressive in their size. 

         As we drove away, not having spotted the Whooping Crane ourselves, the Sandhills rose up and in a cacophony circled above the field.

              They deftly avoided mid-air collisions.