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 . . .

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Bluebonnets and Old Buildings




The old and the new, a pleasant surprise -- and prolific -- on Seventh Street.


Wednesday, April 8, 2015

Sunday, April 5, 2015

Blue and White Bluebonnets

Where once water was several feet deep, there grow bluebonnets.




TAMU website about bluebonnets includes mention of pink bluebonnets.

Saturday, April 4, 2015

Electra Post Office Mural

    The sculptor, Allie Victoria Tennant (1892-1971), won in 1939 the commission from the Section of Fine Arts of the Department of Treasury to provide a mural for the post office in Electra, Texas. Tennant chose a triptych in bas-relief that would reflect the most relevant activities of the town, oil, ranching, and farming. Driving from Dallas to Wichita County in a Lincoln Zephyr, she spoke to everyone eager to discuss the area's history and culture with her.

An iPhone photo of a copy of the front page in 1940. 
The copy was shown to us by a lady who works at the newspaper in town. 

The facade of the building designed by Louis J. Simon (1867-1928). 
Our host's bus, MSU's Museum of Art, is reflected in the glass doors.

      Part of the facade shows a train, a plane, and a ship. The motif was designed back then by the Rodriguez brothers. The postmaster chose the theme of transportation, for Electra was built around a stop in the railroad line specifically to load cattle from the Waggoner ranch.

The bas-relief in 2015, a couple of decades after its restoration.

Friendly postmaster.

      Our lecturer, Dr. Light Cummins, explains the mural. Above him, the bas-relief shows Tennant's brothers as models, left to right, Ernest, Roger, and Tom.

Scale, original.

Delivery window.

Mail boxes.

     Dr. Cummins explained that most things in the Electra Post Office are original from the 1930s. When towns remain small, such as Electra, Quanah, they do not have the need to build a new, bigger post office. Hence, a historic building is extant, used every day, and appreciated. 

Bolton's Elevator at Dawn




Corydalis aurea, or Scrambled Eggs



Wilbarger County, Texas.

Thursday, April 2, 2015

E34





Visibility: Clear from here to Timbuktu.
Winds: Howling.
Runway: Concrete in good condition.
Fuel: Unavailable.
                                      FBO: Combination did not work on the lock. Oh, well. 
     Looking inside the window, we saw that the airport is or was once active with instructors and students who left photos on the wall and the back of t-shirts cut after a first solo. The airport was quiet and had a sort of mood that led to contemplations about who is or was there, who soloed there from that beautiful setting just up from the edge of the escarpment in North Texas.


Friday, March 27, 2015

Mallards Landing on Sikes Lake


Wild Grape Hyacinth on Old Iowa Park Road




      Update: I was not trespassing to take these pictures, standing perilously by the side of the road. Still, when a young man driving a tractor, pulling a trailer on which sat a woman, I felt queasy about a confrontation. Thankfully, the woman came over for a friendly chat. 
      Her name was Kathy Davis and that was her son driving the tractor. They were working on fixing up the house that stood next to the field of flowers. Davis spoke about the history of the property, saying that her family had owned it since 1910. The property includes Wichita Valley airport, which she said provided a nice revenue for her family. In the background of the top picture, one can see an old hangar, part of the original complex of buildings of the airport. Her mother had a house right there where the hyacinths grew prolifically, and that she was proud of her garden; unfortunately, they had to raze the house. 
      Mentioning to her that I had stopped by there after Lita had mentioned the lovely field, she recognized her name and said that their sons attended school together. I promised her to print copies of my images and put them in her mailbox, which I did a week later.


Foggy Sunrises over Rifle Range Road




Canola Field at Sunrise





A canola field outside Electra. 
Information about canola in Wikipedia.




Saturday, March 14, 2015

Squirrel in a Box

     Living with squirrels means that occasionally I have to put down my book and watch their behavior in the trees. One squirrel decided to move into a bird box I placed between two tree trunks. Hopping in only when in rained, these days, the squirrel spends every evening in the box, and even moved in some soft material. It wouldn't surprise me if the material came from my neighbors' pool chair pillows.

Image-captures of squirrels can become endless. Here is one of a squirrel eating buds.



Let Lovely Turn of Phrase Begin

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.