Things cowboys bring up to their homes.
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, September 9, 2015
Monday, September 7, 2015
Sunday, September 6, 2015
CWC - 7TX0 - F14 - SPS - CWC
Just landed one day and my hangar door already opened, Austin, the lineman at Kickapoo Airport, trundled over in the tractor to help me put my V-tail away, then asked me for a joy ride. "You bet," I said, happy to show my appreciation for his professionalism and good service.
Not long after, MyMrMallory, pilot-in-command, Austin, in the right seat, and I, in the back seat, piled in during a pleasant morning. The route MyMrMallory planned was exciting: Take off from Kickapoo and land at Danaher Airport, and, if Mac McGregor was there, we would visit with him for a while. Then, take off from Danaher and then land at Wichita Valley; then fly over to Sheppard and land at Wichita Falls Regional; from there, return to Kickapoo. Few cities can claim four airports within a ten mile radius! Wichita Falls is rich in aviation history and it delightfully shows.
Off the port-side wing, Danaher Airport (7TX0) recently received new pavement, numbers, and stripes. (Better pictures forthcoming.)
Not long after, MyMrMallory, pilot-in-command, Austin, in the right seat, and I, in the back seat, piled in during a pleasant morning. The route MyMrMallory planned was exciting: Take off from Kickapoo and land at Danaher Airport, and, if Mac McGregor was there, we would visit with him for a while. Then, take off from Danaher and then land at Wichita Valley; then fly over to Sheppard and land at Wichita Falls Regional; from there, return to Kickapoo. Few cities can claim four airports within a ten mile radius! Wichita Falls is rich in aviation history and it delightfully shows.
Off the port-side wing, Danaher Airport (7TX0) recently received new pavement, numbers, and stripes. (Better pictures forthcoming.)
View of the new ramp at Danaher Airport.
Mac on the lift that he employs to reach the top of the hangar.
Tom Danaher Estate's Baron 55 and his own v-tail, recently sold.
Tom Danaher Estate's Grumman G-44 Widgeon (top), and Nord.
View of North Texas as we accomplish Austin's joy flight, one I would enjoy repeating any time soon.
Thursday, September 3, 2015
Prairie Dogs and Swainson's Hawks
Swanson's hawk overhead.
Several hawks stood on the bushes within the perimeter of Prairie Dog Town; others flew overhead.
I saw only two Burrowing owls this time.
A Prairie dog barks and moves his tail.
Snow-on-the-Prairie plants are prolific.
A Prairie dog looks up from his den.
Prolific Sunflower Plants and Quail
A Bobwhite quail, one of a covey of about ten.
Gate and sunflowers.
The Snow-on-the-prairie grows along the sunflowers.
Monday, August 31, 2015
Sunday, August 30, 2015
Evening over Lake Lyndon B. Johnson
Condominia and houses along the shore.
A line of lights.
Church on the hill.
Lines of car lights delineate a road.
Saturday, August 29, 2015
Wednesday, August 26, 2015
Hamilton Post Office Mural
Mural by Ward Lockwood, Texas Rangers in Camp, fresco seco, 1942, at the Hamilton Post Office on 120 South Rice Street, Texas.
Saturday, August 22, 2015
Tuesday, August 18, 2015
Monday, August 17, 2015
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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.