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, July 19, 2014
Sunday, July 13, 2014
New Orleans Stroll
Louisiana flag, "Union, Justice, and Confidence," showing the "pelican in her piety."
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Strolling on Royal Street.
Louisiana Supreme Court Building.
The entryway to the Angela King Gallery on Royal Street.
Frederick Hart sculpture.
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Storefronts.
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Musicians on Frenchman Street.
Cafe Beignet
Cafe Beignet in New Orleans.
Looking inside the night before, we promised ourselves to return the next day.
Avocets and Stilts
Though the temperature felt hot and muggy, there was plenty of activity in the area where we attempt to heal the land from spilled saltwater. Avocets, killdeer, mockingbirds, scissortails, orioles, and black-necked stilts chirped and fussed as I walked up to them.
Saturday, July 5, 2014
Friday, July 4, 2014
Thursday, July 3, 2014
Thursday, June 26, 2014
Sunday, June 22, 2014
Saturday, June 21, 2014
Tasajillo, or Christmas Cactus
A favorite with quail.
A wonderful source: Loughmiller, Campbell and Lynn. Texas Wildflowers, A Field Guide, p78. Austin: University of Texas Press, 2008.
Sunday, June 15, 2014
Saturday, June 14, 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.