A dove sits on the back of a chair during the rain.
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 . . .
Sunday, March 10, 2013
One Tenth by One Tenth
Every couple of weeks or so, North Texas received, so far, rain. Not enough to ameliorate the drought, though enough to raise the wheat a bit and water the impending wild flowers.
A dove sits on the back of a chair during the rain.
A dove sits on the back of a chair during the rain.
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
Mount Dickason
What a view from the summit of Mount Dickason in Alaska. The mountain stands 4,393 feet above the Hayes and Trimble Rivers, and near the town of Skwentna, population thirty-seven.
Verga falls from the distant clouds.
Mount Denali.
Here I am composing a shot. The Jentna River is below, and in the distance the peak of Mount Denali.
Photo by Phil Toft.
Paths to the summit in the snow.
The grassy peak in the foreground? The summit of Mount Dickason.
In the background stand the Tordrillo Mountain Range.
A well springs up at four thousand feet.
Myriad flowers on the mountain.
A female Ptarmigan.
Sunday, March 3, 2013
Signs of Spring
The signs of spring, not only by the Cooper's hawk that stood on a dray, claws deep in leaves and twigs, watching the squirrel run away down the tree; not only by the vultures, American and Black, that kettle overhead; and not only by the Great-horned owl that alights in the oak above our bedroom and hoots; or the squirrels stoically carrying clumps of dried leaves up to the fifty or sixty-foot canopies; or the presence of nuthatches and chickadees after a long winter; or the starlings arriving at their old nest: Ay, it is the sound of a White-winged dove quietly, sweetly, warming his voice, slowly at first, and then, with practice, he sings a bit longer, delays his crescendoes, and with confidence, raises the level of sound to reach the ears of his mate.
Sunday, February 24, 2013
Clay's Cattle
Images of a cowboy tending to his cattle.
Standing on the feeder counting heads.
Leading a Hereford bull into an enclosure in the pens.
Gose City Ghost Town
During the 1920s in Archer County, on land owned by the Gose family, the Texhoma Oil Company set stakes around which developed a town. The town stood up on a small elevation on the rolling plains. Texhoma City, also known as Gose City, provided for the workers and their families up until the 1930s. By the 1940s, the population had fallen from a peak of 500, it is thought, to 150. Please see The Texas State Historical Association's online handbook about Texhoma City.
The concrete of one of its four businesses remains, a gas station.
A concrete sign reads "Gose District."
Walkway, no doubt lining the front of one of the businesses, perhaps a general store.
Peering into a cistern.
Storage and shelter, caved in after eighty years.
A fireplace, perhaps.
My source:
Brian Hart, "TEXHOMA CITY, TX," Handbook of Texas Online(http://www.tshaonline.org/handbook/online/articles/hvt23), accessed February 24, 2013. Published by the Texas State Historical Association.
Saturday, February 23, 2013
Hand-held Moon
I amaze myself for this image's sharpness, hand-held, no tripod.
D7000 with a Mamiya 210mm lens, tweaked and cropped in Photoshop.
Big Sky over his Shoulder
Hauled out the Mamiya and 45mm lens to capture this image of MyMrMallory standing on a ridge overlooking Lake Kickapoo. Part of the joy of film is waiting for the development of the images we make.
Here is another image I took that same day of the big sky over North Texas.
Monday, February 18, 2013
Sunday, February 17, 2013
Foggy Morning and a Rose-colored Filter
Foggy morning with Mamiya camera; two hounds sniffing in the grass.
Sunset seen through rose-colored filter from Ben's camera shop.
Birds to Count
Today's bird count at Lake Wichita included several hundred Ring-billed seagulls, a few Canada geese, mallards, Northern shovelers, gadwalls, Green-winged teals, Killdeers, dowagers, yellow-legs, Red-winged blackbirds, Starlings, a Cardinal, a Great-blue heron, sandpipers, Carolina wrens, Song sparrow, and two other sparrows.
At home, White-breasted nuthatches, Goldfinches, House finches, Robins, and a woodpecker, added to my count.
Pictured at top, Lake Wichita at low water level (30%) and Ring-billed gulls. Bottom photo, taken with a new wine-colored filter I bought from Ben, shows several hundred gulls standing along the opposite shore.
Saturday, February 16, 2013
Portrait of Hank, Hunting Dog
During our visit to the countryside, we came upon Hank this afternoon,
and found him with a studied look, patiently waiting to sniff for game.
He wears a GPS tracking device on his collar. His muddy
legs show that he has already trekked through the mud.
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Sunday, February 10, 2013
Varied Archer
Archer County presents varied geology and flora.
Here I show some unusual sights.
Looks like volcanic rock.
Broom-weed and prickly pear during winter.
Clay soil on a ridge.
Agave in the foreground will soon flower.
I just recently discovered this succulent with elongated cladodes,
yet looks similar to the proliferous prickly pear.
Soon spring will bring me out again with my camera to record its color.
A Country for Big Owls
Driving along the country, MyMrMallory and I came upon an owl's nest in a gnarly tree.
She decorates her nest with mistletoe.
One can barely discern her large owl "ears."
Upon spotting our truck, she lept -- and what a magnificent leap -- out of her nest and away from us.
We explored her country. She lives on a ridge overlooking North Texas,
where the agave and prickly pear cacti prepare to bloom. (I can hardly wait.)
Deer jostle at a pond near her nest, as shown by our wild-cams.
I stopped to make a photo of the sedimentary rock common in her neighborhood.
Nearby, too, stand pumps, busily extracting oil, where abandoned pipes oxidize,
around which the hardy and sweet deer step.
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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.