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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, June 15, 2014
Saturday, June 14, 2014
Thursday, June 12, 2014
Sunset Turbo Arrow
Enjoyable evening making aerials of H.-P.'s Turbo Arrow.
Claudia came along and used her iPhone to make videos of H.-P.'s break-aways.
Monday, June 9, 2014
Arcus
A roll cloud loomed above me this morning. Moving eastward, I managed to drive ahead of it, barely, driving at the posted speed limit of 70 MPH. After finding a safe place to park, I had very little time to snap a couple more photos of it before it passed over me.
Saturday, June 7, 2014
Thursday, June 5, 2014
Saturday, May 31, 2014
Friday, May 30, 2014
Monday, May 26, 2014
Reddish Egret
Saw sixty-three birds on Bolivar Island near Galveston with Glen Olsen.
Cornell Lab shows a nice video of the amazing way the Reddish Egret hunts.
Sunday, May 18, 2014
Saturday, May 17, 2014
Thursday, May 15, 2014
A Chair at Millard's Crossing
Lera Millard Oxford (d. 1992) enjoyed collecting old things. Chairs, for example. And buildings, too, which she would transport from their original locations to her site outside Nacogdoches, Texas, and then fill with the things she enjoyed collecting.
Monday, May 12, 2014
Sunday, May 11, 2014
Saturday, May 10, 2014
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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.