The bridge over the Wichita River -- and the line for the Direct Potable Reuse System floating in the flooded waters beneath it.
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 . . .
Wednesday, June 17, 2015
Monday, June 15, 2015
Thistle and Lichen
Update: I perceive a hint of red on the clouds above the hill. The color comes from the reflection of the clayey color of Lake Kickapoo, located on the other side of this hill.
Sunday, June 14, 2015
Friday, June 12, 2015
Sunday, June 7, 2015
Saturday, June 6, 2015
Repairing a Dam
Walking toward the lake to survey the damage by the recent heavy rains.
Only a couple of feet hold the water.
The breach.
View from below the dam.
Update: Aerial view of the lake. One can see how much water can be contained once the dam is repaired.
Update: After the repair, four inches of rain increased the surface area of the lake.
Friday, June 5, 2015
Tuesday, June 2, 2015
Monday, June 1, 2015
Thursday, May 28, 2015
Lake Arrowhead at 100 Percent
Helicopter view of the spillway (at left, where the photos below were taken) of Lake Arrowhead on May 9th, 2015.
Now filled up, some guys at the spillway jump in to enjoy the historic event.
Water spills over the wall as the guys walk along from one end to the other.
Good perspective to show the size of the spillway at Lake Arrowhead.
Extended telephoto view of the water over the spillway.
Enjoying the view: Water.
Non-stop traffic came to see the water.
More rain is forecast.
Wednesday, May 27, 2015
Lake Arrowhead, 98 Percent
Only a few inches remain to go over the spillway . . .
People came and viewed the water we had not seen in years.
They drove up to this fence and sat in their cars for several minutes.
Fishermen spent the afternoon enjoying being on the lake,
not particularly caring if they caught anything.
Residents and visitors have their lake again.
Monday, May 25, 2015
Wee-chi-tah Sculpture
The Wichita River crested on Sunday at approximately twenty-two feet.
Jack Stevens' sculpture was safe from flooding.
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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.