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, March 28, 2016
Wednesday, March 23, 2016
Busy Birding Morning
Flush with excitement after my participation in the Big Day, I set out to view birds on my own. An old oil field patch, devastated by careless drillers from way back in the '40s, still has salty soil unable to grow plants; however and somehow, the berms we built to retain water have become a successful ecosystem for birds and other creatures. Avocets, Black-necked Stilts, Killdeer, Sandpipers, and now I discovered that even Dowitchers stop by to benefit from the myriad lifeforms the birds need to survive.
In addition to the shorebird life, sparrows, blackbirds, flycatchers, and orioles depend on the area for nesting and food.
Not surprisingly, I finished the morning with a long bird list: Red-winged Blackbirds, Northern Shovelers, House Sparrow, White-crowned Sparrow, Turkey Vultures, Common Grackles, Northern Harrier, Meadowlarks, Harris' Sparrow, Brown-headed Cowbird, Mourning Doves, White-winged Doves, Pigeons, Song Sparrow, Savannah Sparrow, Mockingbird, Bufflehead, White-bellied Sandpiper, Killdeer, Green-winged Teal, Canada Goose, American Kestrel, Lark Sparrow, Ibis, Red-tailed Hawk, Loggerhead Shrike, Turkey, Hooded Merganser, Red-headed Ducks, Great Blue Heron, Gadwalls, Bobwhite Quail, Common Snipe, Lesser Yellowlegs, and, of all things, a Sandhill Crane tucked in the grass, perhaps injured or sick . . . or nesting?
Sunday, March 20, 2016
Group Photo
Redtail Hawk, Juvie.
Hovering over my house, a juvie Redtailed Hawk rode the thermals searching for food.
Composited image.
Friday, March 18, 2016
Saturday, March 12, 2016
Friday, March 11, 2016
My Favorite Fly Fishing Gear
A collection of my favorite things, gathered together and then light painted.
Fly fishing reminds me of my brother, Freddy, who looks dapper in his fly fishing hat.
Oh, I forgot to include my hat in this image.
Thursday, March 10, 2016
Fledglings Re-visited
While perusing my old files to find pictures for the next newsletter for Wild Bird Rescue, I found many images from the past.
Mockingbird and Robins.
The late, great, Bob Lindsay holding a Barn owl.
Kestrel.
Inca Dove.
Wednesday, March 9, 2016
Switchboard and Headset
The Museum of North Texas History owns a historic switchboard.
They will use my pictures as part of the invitation to one of their events.
Tuesday, March 8, 2016
Saturday, February 27, 2016
Tuesday, February 23, 2016
Monday, February 22, 2016
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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.