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 . . .

Sunday, January 31, 2016

Red-tailed Hawk Overhead


A Cow and Some Red-headed Ducks


Thrush

     
      Stumped thinking I watched a sparrow, I could not verily identify this sweet creature of God, until I looked at the beak. Its bill leads me to think it is a Hermit thrush, eastern type, until further confirmation.

Cow Munching on Hay


Sunday, January 24, 2016

Friday, January 22, 2016

Post Office Mural: Canyon

Francis Ankrom, "Strays," 1938.




Joey Harrison's Post Office Mural Video

   Joey Harrison's video on Flikr shows the immensity of the mural in Ventura, California's Post Office.

Entered Air Race Classic

                           Truly, an exciting occasion to learn that we are accepted to race this year.


Geese Over Charles' House


Wednesday, January 20, 2016

sUAS: Sandhills Over Wheat Field

     While checking the wheat field with a UAV, I encountered Sandhill cranes. I dared not approach them any closer while watching the wondrous sight of them in flight from this angle.




Sunday, January 10, 2016

Clara Cemetery Gate


Clara, Texas, began as a community in 1886 on the corner of FM1813 and SH240. 
For more information, visit the Wichita County Historical Commission's web site.

Hay Rolls and Grove


Saturday, January 9, 2016

Soggy Foggy Scenery on SH240



Pumps and wheat fields with standing water. 

Friday, January 8, 2016

Burkburnett's Historical Fuel Station


     Stumbling upon Russell Miller, Director of Burkburnett's Historical Society, I was invited to view their new static display of one of the Panhandle Oil stations. Their office is in the old depot building, and for years there sat next to it (a fortuitous happenstance) an abandoned fuel station, trashy and messy. Mr. Miller, upon retiring from his profession in the school system, began work in restoring the old station.


       The Burkburnett Historical Society owns the three buildings shown above. Pump is at right.
       (Photo taken during a very foggy morning, and so, for effect, I borrowed the background sky from another image.)


     With the assistance of generous supporters, such as Cheney Electric Company, Sean Lam, Roberta Martin (who donated the tall fuel pump), C. C. Corbin, Robert Gill, and Mike Klipp, the Burkburnett Historical Society and Mr. Martin were able to restore the old fuel station that served the community during the early 1900s. (Background sky is borrowed from another image.)


     Placing my camera against the glass, I captured a part of the exhibit that shows a desk and other accoutrements, including a domino board. They placed a spittoon alongside the chair. 


Peering through the glass on the door, one can see inside the station.


Sign above the door of the station.

Visit Burkburnett Historical Society's Facebook page.

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.