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 . . .
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Ring-necked Duck
One cannot discern easily the brown ring around the Ring-necked duck's neck. Here I show the brown-purplish ring around his neck and also the more obvious white rings around his beak. I could have shouted out to this lone lad that only a couple miles away he could find a large flock of females of Ring-necks.
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Wild Birds on a Wheat Field
My friend Frances and I scampered into the countryside this morning to view the Tundra Swans. We crouched along behind the fence line in an attempt to approach them without spooking them.
Our list today includes: Tundra Swans (28), Snow Geese (3), Greater White-fronted Geese, Green-winged Teals, American Wigeons, Canada Geese (overhead), Sandhill Cranes (overhead), and a Song Sparrow.
Our list today includes: Tundra Swans (28), Snow Geese (3), Greater White-fronted Geese, Green-winged Teals, American Wigeons, Canada Geese (overhead), Sandhill Cranes (overhead), and a Song Sparrow.
Frances hides behind brush and aims at the Tundra Swans.
I counted twenty-eight Tundras.
Tundra Swans on final to the wheat field.
Here they are on short final.
A rising sun gives some backlighting to a group of passing Sandhill Cranes.
Sandhill Cranes flew by, their long, pointy beaks piercing the air.
Spot three species of geese in this image: Canada, Snow, and White-fronted Geese.
Ducks (Gadwalls, I think), an oil pump, and a tractor.
White-fronted Geese take flight for a quick go-around in the pattern.
Snow and White-fronted Geese and an oil pump.
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Poetry: Joys of Nature
I wrote the prose poem below for this week's class with Professor Matthew. I based the subject on a story told by a friend recently about her experience with the study of butterflies and her children. The story she told reminded me of the balance in nature: It is beautiful and yet it is ugly, too.
The Joys of Nature
The two snot-nosed children seemed entranced by the story about the chrysalis. Their eyes lit up when I told them that a worm lived inside there, and that soon it would open a hole and crawl out as if opening a window. Their little jaws dropped when the caterpillar, green with yellow spiracles, emerged from its white, silky home and waved at them. It kept waving at them as it ate all my dillweed, dill sticking out the sides of its mandibles, a look of glee in its eyes as it looked at the two children. It smiled so much that it developed crow's feet around its eyes. And then the two children started jumping up and down when the caterpillar morphed into a butterfly. They spread their arms as the butterfly spread its wings. When it took off, they tried to fly away with it. Then, bless their hearts, all their little hearts, a flycatcher swooped down from the tree, caught the butterfly, and left.
The Joys of Nature
The two snot-nosed children seemed entranced by the story about the chrysalis. Their eyes lit up when I told them that a worm lived inside there, and that soon it would open a hole and crawl out as if opening a window. Their little jaws dropped when the caterpillar, green with yellow spiracles, emerged from its white, silky home and waved at them. It kept waving at them as it ate all my dillweed, dill sticking out the sides of its mandibles, a look of glee in its eyes as it looked at the two children. It smiled so much that it developed crow's feet around its eyes. And then the two children started jumping up and down when the caterpillar morphed into a butterfly. They spread their arms as the butterfly spread its wings. When it took off, they tried to fly away with it. Then, bless their hearts, all their little hearts, a flycatcher swooped down from the tree, caught the butterfly, and left.
Portside at Age Twenty
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Red-bellied Woodpecker
A confident chiff . . . chiff from the oak tree made me look up into its branches. The calling of the bird caught my attention as much as the loveliness of the female Red-bellied Woodpecker who sang as she found food in the tree, flying from one branch to another.
Please donate time or funds to Wild Bird Rescue, for this organization helps save the lives of lovely birds such as this one.
Saturday, January 14, 2012
Ferruginous Hawk
In my Pecan tree! Our neighbor, Missus Pumpkin, as MyMrMallory calls her, informed me of the hawk's presence the previous day.
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Usual Wonderful Flock
The usual gaggle of birds has remained at my house, with a slight increase in the number of White-winged doves from two to six: Spotted Towhees, two Cardinal couples, Dark-eyed Juncos, Robins, English Sparrows, Inca doves, House Finches, Black-capped Chickadee, Carolina Wren (I know where they are anywhere in the neighborhood just by sound!), Bluejays, Goldfinches, Golden-fronted Woodpecker, Red-winged Blackbirds, and though I haven't seen them lately, the Barred Owls. I know because of their poop under certain branches on the larger trees and because of the racket the Bluejays make every time they return to their fave tree to nap during the day. Nearby, Canada Geese waddle around with Mallards and other ducks.
Speaking of poop, visit the blog Bird Poop of North Texas. The blogger gives information delightfully about bird behavior and landscaping.
Below I show Wild Bird Rescue's newest t-shirt. The image comes from a poster printed in 1932 with Elise Reid Boylston's art work. A local and very nice lady, Mooney, donated the vintage poster to the organization.
Speaking of poop, visit the blog Bird Poop of North Texas. The blogger gives information delightfully about bird behavior and landscaping.
Below I show Wild Bird Rescue's newest t-shirt. The image comes from a poster printed in 1932 with Elise Reid Boylston's art work. A local and very nice lady, Mooney, donated the vintage poster to the organization.
Friday, January 6, 2012
Flocks of Interspecific Blackbirds
During my first attempts at putting together videos, one might need to have some patience.
The cloud of birds consists of interspecific flocks of blackbirds migrating through Texas for the winter. I filmed this with the Nikon V 1 along Highway 6 north of Houston.
The music comes from Yo Yo Ma's collaboration, "Hill Justice,"in the Goat Rodeo Sessions, with Stuart Duncan, Edgar Myer, and Chris Thile. The odd ticking sound in the background comes from my right turn signal.
View a wonderful video of a murmuration of starlings by Sophie Windsor Clive and Liberty Smith posted by them on YouTube.
View a wonderful video of a murmuration of starlings by Sophie Windsor Clive and Liberty Smith posted by them on YouTube.
Byzantine Fresco Beauty
We will miss the frescoes at the chapel after they return to Cyprus. Please view the link to the Byzantine Fresco Chapel.
Sunday, January 1, 2012
Last Night of Last Year
On the eve of the New Year, Dan's Silverleaf in Denton started hopping well after ten o'clock. Slobberbone played their poetic lyrics with jaunty tunes. In came the year 2012 as happily and celebratory as great food, great wine, great beer, and great company can provide.
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Part of the revelry of celebrating included a photo session at Dan's Silverleaf. |
Denton courthouse. |
Saturday, December 31, 2011
Barred Owl in the Oak Tree
Outside my window the squawky Blue Jays announced the arrival of the Barred Owl, then became silent as I stepped outside with the Nikon V 1 running on video mode. Here is a short clip of the owl.
Friday, December 30, 2011
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Monday, December 26, 2011
Christmas Day Feasting
Our bird feeders received an exciting number of birds on Christmas Day. Inca and White-winged doves, Red-winged Blackbirds, Cardinals, House finches, Goldfinches, Carolina Wren, Blue Jays, Chickadees, Common Grackle, English Sparrows, Savannah Sparrows (first time I spot this one), Spotted Towhee, and Juncos, included the pink-sided.
Friday, December 23, 2011
Sim Time in T-38
H.-P. demonstrated an air show. Four minutes long and fascinating for those of us who enjoy aviation.
Please allow for some time to upload.
The control station for one of the simulators. The instructors can input weather conditions, emergency situations -- including the image of a burning truck in the middle of the runway -- place the aircraft anywhere on the globe and at any altitude, or pause the simulations.
Bud took off and right away did a couple of aileron turns. Here he is upside-down.
H.-P. tossed in a few surprising glitches into the flights, such as a thunderstorm that he kept moving in front of the aircraft, or severe meteorological conditions for landing.
(Note the mischievous smirk upon his lips!)
H.-P. demonstrates flying alongside another T-38.
Bud took this image from above me.
The purple gloves Ily gave me for Christmas kept me warm during my sim time.
We took all these images with the Nikon V 1 and did zero post processing in the digital darkroom.
Thursday, December 22, 2011
Poetry: Blues at Sunrise
Blues at SunriseThe band of blue jays outside my window
played raucous tunes in the winds
dancing from branch to branch
trumpets blaring, horns resonating
clarinets agitating in the tree
as if they were jazz men tone deaf
They played until the barred owl
swooped then blue feathers skedaddled
into the blue sky and finally in silence
the owl faced the sun and slept.
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Sky's Eyes Say Save God's Creatures
Sunday, December 18, 2011
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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.