In the garden, after an early morning rain.
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 . . .
Monday, December 14, 2015
Duck Pond on a Still Day
Spotted: Kingfisher, Lesser Yellowlegs, Killdeer, woodpecker, meadowlarks, quail, Buffleheads, Loggerhead Shrikes, White-capped sparrows, Red-tailed hawk, crows. The image above is actually two images, one of the pond (lower half) and one borrowed from the other day (top half) with the nice cloud formations.
The three trees are flooded when usually they stand in a nice, grassy peninsula. I hope they survive.
Higher ground on the peninsula, the two trees are loaded with berries.
Friday, December 11, 2015
Thursday, December 10, 2015
Of Fairways, Sunsets, and Strobes
Popped in the golf course to view the sunset.
Trees, upper clouds, and condensation trails add to the beauty.
I place my camera and tripod with an eye to the bridge (seen at foreground) before I note the steeple in the distance, framed by the trees. It is a fortuitous happenstance. I hastily retrieve my long lens and make the photo shown above.
To my left, the halfway house still lit up with activity, stands underneath pink clouds. My smoky lens gives the image its hazy look.
In this image (and I won't ask you to squint your eyes to see it), MyMrMallory's plane turns to left base as he lands on runway three five. I did not expect him home so soon, another fun serendipitous happenstance this evening. And HOW do I know it is his plane? It has strobes so bright that one could not miss him even from outer Space. His arrival added to my delight.
Wednesday, December 9, 2015
Wichita Mountains Sixty Miles Away
In the foreground, Lake Wichita,
with Kemp Boulevard pointing toward the Wichita Mountains.
Unusually crisp day for a flight, with smooth air.
Tuesday, December 8, 2015
The Ponds with their Own Beauty
Four small trees along the bank.
Afternoon sun on cacti and pond.
A rainy year flooding the grasses.
(We appreciate the increased moisture.)
Monday, December 7, 2015
Video of Flying the Grob
At my site, I posted a fun video I whipped up after I flew
in the left seat with Gunther. Flying the Grob.
Sunday, December 6, 2015
Thursday, December 3, 2015
Ibises
Glossy or White-faced, I asked Terry.
You can say glossy and you'd be half right, she said.
Archer County.
Sunday, November 29, 2015
Saturday, November 28, 2015
Thursday, November 19, 2015
Lisa and Duck Lakes Views from the West
Bird list at the lakes: Hooded Merganser, Killdeer, Red-winged Blackbirds, Green-winged Teal, American Wigeon, Redheadeds, scaups (need to verify), crows, mockingbirds, cardinals, sparrows, meadowlarks, Red-tailed hawks, Greater-yellowlegs, doves.
Wednesday, November 18, 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.