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, December 1, 2013
Attebury Grain Elevator
Parhelion overhead, to the right of the buildings.
Built in the nineteen-teens by Frank Kell and run in part by his great-grandson, the Attebury Grain company still works with the farmers in the area. Someone else owns the building seen in this picture peaking around the right of the grain elevator.
In a letter written to the editor and published in the Time Record News on November 20th, 2013, Davis Purcell, from Fort Worth, said, "Attebury Grain is pleased to be a part of the Wichita County economy and part of the agricultural base important to all of Texoma. The elevator on Kell Boulevard has the capacity to store 1.8 million bushels of grain and yearly we provide a market and delivery point for more than 23 area producers. The elevator is licensed by the Department of Agriculture and we meet their standards for cleanliness, maintenance and appearance. This month Attebury Grain received a statewide safety award for our operations.
We work hard to maintain this facility and firmly believe, with all due respect to a recent letter writer whose letter was published on Nov. 15, the mill next door is the eyesore, not our grain elevator. We invested in the local economy when we purchased the elevator decades ago. However, Attebury Grain never owned the mill and we do not own it today.
The Times Record News, Mayor Barham, City Manager Darron Leiker, and several other citizens all recognized that Attebury Grain does not own the mill in editorial columns and citizen responses in May and June of 2010. The railroad tracks between the elevator and the mill are an important part of the grain operation, but we fully support any efforts to improve the appearance of the abandoned mill next to our property.
Civic responsibility, community commitment, and economic vitality are all important to Attebury Grain, a family owned business with headquarters in Amarillo. Our responsibility to the community is very important to me, in part because I am on the board of managers for Attebury Grain and because Mr. Kell was my great-grandfather. Wichita Falls is an important part of my heritage and will always be important to me and my family."
We work hard to maintain this facility and firmly believe, with all due respect to a recent letter writer whose letter was published on Nov. 15, the mill next door is the eyesore, not our grain elevator. We invested in the local economy when we purchased the elevator decades ago. However, Attebury Grain never owned the mill and we do not own it today.
The Times Record News, Mayor Barham, City Manager Darron Leiker, and several other citizens all recognized that Attebury Grain does not own the mill in editorial columns and citizen responses in May and June of 2010. The railroad tracks between the elevator and the mill are an important part of the grain operation, but we fully support any efforts to improve the appearance of the abandoned mill next to our property.
Civic responsibility, community commitment, and economic vitality are all important to Attebury Grain, a family owned business with headquarters in Amarillo. Our responsibility to the community is very important to me, in part because I am on the board of managers for Attebury Grain and because Mr. Kell was my great-grandfather. Wichita Falls is an important part of my heritage and will always be important to me and my family."
Saturday, November 30, 2013
Early Morning Deer Photos
Our view as we sat on a small cliff to wait for wildlife, cameras ready.
Geese flying overhead.
My friend looking warm and comfortable.
A nice buck, one of three and several doe, appeared and stood watching in my direction.
In spite of taking my quietest camera, he could hear my shutter, wind and all.
Nikon D600, Tamron 150-500mm.
Friday, November 29, 2013
Ye Ol' Horse, Festus
I came upon Festus, the rescued horse, in the afternoon. His hooves look much better after being tended to by the farrier, and he has grown his winter coat. He ambled gently up to me and I spoke to him softly as he nudged my hand. Note to self: Put carrot treats for Festus in truck.
Coyote Poison Signs
Nailed to the walls of the old barn, these signs make better use covering holes than hanging on a fence or gate. One shudders to read the words on them and understand the implication of what occurred in the past. Now, to the shop for paint and brush.
Tuesday, November 26, 2013
White Longhorn Standing Near Cacti
Driving along the countryside, I had to turn around to drive back to take this image of the unusually-colored Longhorn standing amid the cacti and the wintering mesquite. Gorgeous fellow's photo post-processed in Nik's Analog Pro Efex.
Monday, November 25, 2013
Saturday, November 23, 2013
Jaguar Jaunts
Flowers blanket the countryside in Texas providing a lovely background for a drive.
And one musn't miss a drive along roads embellished by bluebonnets . . .
. . . and rise early enough to see a marvelous sunrise.
Thursday, November 21, 2013
Rainy Final on a King Air
I heard MyMrMallory several minutes before I saw him through the rain.
The distinctive sound of the King Air engines carried through several miles of distance.
Here he is on final in the light rain.
Wednesday, November 20, 2013
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
Sunday, November 17, 2013
Wild Cam in Early November
A camera sitting surreptitiously in an old tree captures all manner of critters.
Not shown are turkey and hogs.
Rainbow.
Huge buck.
Coyote.
Young buck on a foggy day.
Cowboy truck pulling feeder to supplement diet for the cattle.
Barn Owl in its True Environment
I asked MyMrMallory if I could quote him on what he said when I showed him this image I made of a shy owl: "A Barn owl in its true environment." I found the owl in an old, old barn, perhaps 100 years old, and she allowed me enough time to focus on her, enough time to capture her beauty with my camera, before she flew out and away. What an amazing-looking creature of God!
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
Monday, November 11, 2013
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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.