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 . . .
Thursday, June 27, 2013
Highland Arts Gallery in Marble Falls
We stopped by the Highland Arts Gallery on Main Street, a frequent stop for us, and a cool one in the harsh 104-degree temperatures. The gallery is managed by a board and volunteers who contribute three hours per month of their time.
Sister Amelia's New Purse, by K. Gregory, oil, 9 x 12.
Burnet Airfield
If you ever find yourself near Marble Falls, zoom your aircraft into Burnet's Kate Craddock Field.
Make time to visit the museum hosted by the Highland Lakes Squadron of the Commemorative Air Force. The Historical Commission dedicated a marker to the Magill Family cemetery on the grounds of the airfield.
Make time to visit the museum hosted by the Highland Lakes Squadron of the Commemorative Air Force. The Historical Commission dedicated a marker to the Magill Family cemetery on the grounds of the airfield.
Framed image of Craddock runway one nine.
Welcome sign and lit lamp outside the FBO.
The FBO is run by Faulkner's Air Shop and some very nice people and their Labrador Retriever.
Poster in the FBO.
After fueling up, we departed impressed by the good service and nice people who work there.
Condensation Trails and Vector Airways
Several condensation trails left by jet airliners show the various vector airways in the sky.
They are still visible after we landed.
Wednesday, June 26, 2013
Reunion Tower
The haze around Dallas and the post-processing in Niks software gave this image
the look of an old postcard. I used a 45mm lens from Mamiya and a Nikon D800.
Sunday, June 23, 2013
Saturday, June 22, 2013
Barn Owl Up Close
I experienced an extraordinary encounter with four grown barn owls at MissusParkey's house. I thought they had grown up and left to live happy barn owl lives elsewhere; instead, they remain cozily living where they hatched. Above, I show one of the owls posturing as I stood close by, lens up, frantically adjusting the settings on my camera for a proper exposure.
The Wondrous Occasion of Releasing Six Screech Owls
Wild Bird Rescue released six screech owls yesterday. I was delighted to be there.
June and Angeli opened the crate.
A crate full of owls.
Angeli released the owls.
A free owl.
Katherine passed around her hat and collected
from a generous public funding for the organization.
Friday, June 21, 2013
MoNTH's History in Art
The Museum of North Texas History opened a marvelous exhibit. The artists submitted paintings inspired by the history of the area. Below I show pictures I took during opening night of the paintings that they will display in front of the building. Other paintings in the exhibit were just as exquisite and fascinating. Both MyMrMallory and I bought paintings from local artists.
Oil Pump at Sunset, by Karyl Barbosa, 10 x 8, oil.
Texas Legend, Linda Rust, 28 x 22, oil.
Doan's Crossing, by Carolyn Kressenberg, 24 x 36, oil.
The poster for the event, designed by Debby, was artistic, too.
Clint Finley played during the evening.
The museum's mission statement was on display, too. They certainly do inspire!
Wednesday, June 19, 2013
Astute Horse
Bird, an astute horse, is known to open gates to let himself in, or out, and lets cattle out on the roads, frustrating his owner, foreman Clay. So it did not surprise me to see Bird kicking an old silo to release the stored grain, clever as he is.
Bird kicks the wall of the old grain storage.
Grain seeps through the holes in the oxidized metal. I hope they do not get sick.
Bird.
Most horses are astute. Above, Bird's buddy
sniffs inside MyMrMallory's ol' jalopy in search for munchies.
Tuesday, June 18, 2013
Storms for Weeks
Storms can run across Texas as hard as a bowling ball. The lightning is impressive. Lightning strikes hugely, swiftly, brightly, and loudly. I know storm chasers' passion cannot allow them to remain at home under dry, warm roofs.
Ben Jacobi posted his storm chasing experience at his site. Do take a look.
Broken at Five Thousand
What a grand afternoon in the air, flying upward through the broken clouds, to reach an altitude at which H.-P. and I could practice flying the Bonanza.
My main lessons: In climbing, (2700 RPM to 25 RPM) lean mixture, reduce prop and throttle, in that order; to descend, (2300 RPM to 2000 RPM) reduce throttle, props, enrichen with mixture, in that order. To establish best rate of climb and best angle of climb: I discovered how the nose looks in relation to the horizon. We also practiced maneuvering at slow speeds, turning 45-degrees, left to right, up to the point at which the plane felt mushy at the controls.
At one glorious point, H.-P. took the controls so that I could take the image below with my iPhone. These times, when I can look out the window to see the view from 4,000 feet, exemplify the joy of flight.
My main lessons: In climbing, (2700 RPM to 25 RPM) lean mixture, reduce prop and throttle, in that order; to descend, (2300 RPM to 2000 RPM) reduce throttle, props, enrichen with mixture, in that order. To establish best rate of climb and best angle of climb: I discovered how the nose looks in relation to the horizon. We also practiced maneuvering at slow speeds, turning 45-degrees, left to right, up to the point at which the plane felt mushy at the controls.
At one glorious point, H.-P. took the controls so that I could take the image below with my iPhone. These times, when I can look out the window to see the view from 4,000 feet, exemplify the joy of flight.
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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.