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, October 4, 2011

First Tournament in Ten Years

TLG: [Breathes deeply the cool air. Looks around at beautiful trees and golf course.] I'm going to chuck it all to become a full-time golfer.
Michael: Yeah. That flyin's gotta be fun, though.
TLG: [Ponders comment. Ponders chucking flying.] Yeah, you're right. I might just keep flyin'.


iPhone Images.

Monday, October 3, 2011

Nature, How Long Thou Art Dry?

Three dry ponds.

Yellow substance in the murky waters of a drying pond.

Hardy plants survive in a pond's bottom.

Lillies have turned an eerie color.

Dry trees surrounded by crisp dry grass.

Burnt trees from above provide another gut-striking abstract of Nature's drought art. 

How muddy and boggy the cattle crossing may have become after a rain.

The windmill might have filled the tank if it had water to siphon from beneath the surface. 

Cows have to drink water from algae-ridden waters. 

An island emerges in the middle of a pond.


Sunday, October 2, 2011

Nature, Thy Drought Art

         MyMrMallory and I flew around in the helicopter today. From above one can see the effect of the drought.

The crops did not grow in the drought.

An abandoned veggie garden.

Dead Trees.

A dry creek lined by dead trees.

Dry grasses.

Dry reeds in a pond.

Bone dry.

A bush manages to survive in the bottom of a dry pond.

Colorful plants grow on a pond bottom.

Hoof prints along the bottom of a dry pond.

A stone ridge emerges along the dry grasslands.

Dead or alive.

After the fire.

Plowed earth.


Ryan's Explanation on the QR Code

Click here to visit Ryan's blog. 
Below I show one of his creations.


Friday, September 30, 2011

Quanah in Cache

   After Quanah Parker's death in the 1911, his daughter Mrs. Birdsong, bought his home and moved it away from the grounds of Fort Sill to Eagle Park in Cache, Oklahoma, thus saving it from demolition by the US Army. 

     Note the stars (fourteen in total) that Quanah painted on his roof, all with one tip pointed downward, his own version of showing a leader lived there, fashioned after a general's stars at his quarters in Fort Sill.

Back porch of the Star House. My foot almost went through the rotten floor boards. 

Quanah's (supposedly) table. George sits in (purportedly) Quanah's chair.

      Upon the dust-covered stove a sign lists some of the people who sat with Quanah at his table: Lord Brice, Geronimo, cattle ranchers of note, such as his friends Burk Burnett and Tom Waggoner, and several chiefs from the Comanche, Kiowa, Sioux, and Cheyenne nations, and generals from the US Army.
     Eventually, Herbert Woesner, Jr., the man who assisted Mrs. Birdsong, relocated several other buildings to Eagle Park. The park became a sight for tourists to visit, and surrounding its main attraction, the Star House, the could skate in a rink or ride a roller-coster. 

Eagle Park closed in the 1950s. 

     A railway, bifurcated now by trees, shows some of the path of a little train running through Eagle Park during its day. 

Farm machinery sits abandoned and strewn about Eagle Park. 

Trailer full of scrap metal, or an antique shop's inventory?

      A bust of Quanah Parker at the National Hall of Fame for Famous American Indians in Anadarko, Oklahoma. Would someone renovate his Star House, please? 


Monday, September 26, 2011

When Coco Naps

       My cat, born ten years ago in an old barn underneath an antique tractor that belonged in a museum, has the charming habit of covering her face during her naps.


Saturday, September 24, 2011

But Wait! A Great Horned Owl!

      Just when I think I won't blog anymore Lila shows me a Great Horned Owl. Of course I have to document and share. This fellow is recovering from a broken wing. He sees Dr. Sultemeier every week. In a few weeks they will release him back to the wild. Lila held him while I assisted her in wrapping more tape around his cast (in green). Assisting the rehabbers is often quite thrilling to me because I would never come so close to a wild bird. Please support Wild Bird Rescue.






Friday, September 23, 2011

Thursday, September 22, 2011

Monarchs Hanging Around

In my garden at dusk, Monarch butterflies alight on the branch of a Pear tree.


Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Snapseed

The app called Snapseed provided me with the opportunity to exercise my creative genius.
Titan, Golden Eagle.

Great Horned Owls.

Gail and Great Horned Owl.




Monday, September 19, 2011

Growing, Grass and Cities

Silos in Oklahoma surrounded by green grass, a sweet sight after a much-needed rain.

A fence barely stands after a fire in Oklahoma.

     A bridge that reflected the progress of yore stands abandoned to the progress of the present time.

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.