My neighbors named him Hoppy, for he hops around on his one leg. He is a handsome fellow with feathers so vibrant, one can spot him in any tree or bush. One wonders why he and some other birds have only one leg.
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, May 18, 2016
Monday, May 16, 2016
Saturday, May 14, 2016
Sicklepod Rush-pea and Hogs
And just what do the hogs dig up during their daily stroll? The tuber of the Sicklepod Rushpea provides nutrition for those who dig, such as hogs and humans. The leaves are eaten by deer, and the seeds are eaten by quail and turkey. Archer County.
Wildflowers of Texas, by Gejata Ajilvsgi.
Lemon Mint
In her delightful book about Wildflowers of Texas, Geyata Ajilvsgi wrote that "A delightful tea can be brewed from the dried leaves," and that the lemon mint "contains a volatile oil from which citronellol is obtained, and aromatic substance often used as insect repellents as well as in perfumes."
Archer County.
Winter Vetch
A legume native to Europe and Asia, farmers in the US plant it in between crops.
Wikipedia explains that the crop can balance nitrogen in the soil.
Archer County.
Hawk and Nest
A young Red-tailed hawk works on her nest.
View Wikisource's article by John James Audubon for more information about Red-tailed Hawks.
Friday, May 13, 2016
Great Egret
See Wikipedia's article to read about interesting information about the Great Egret. I particularly enjoy the image below for the presence of the female mallard swimming in the middle of the scene. This is a composite image of the same egret, who stood patient as can be while an awkward human stumbled under the brush across the pond, attempting to approach (stealthily) for a a closer snapshot.
Bullock's Orioles and Nest
Very nice article written for Wikipedia about the Bullock's Oriole. Spotted nearby, the Baltimore Oriole, too. Archer County.
Green Heron Nesting
Green herons are quiet, nocturnal (unless feeding their young) creatures of God, preferring to spend time by themselves. They have been seen dropping insects on the surface of the water to attract fish, which they then attempt to catch. Nice article in Wikipedia about them. Archer County.
Ibises
The White-faced Ibis nests in marshes with dense growth. After a drought, this marsh in Archer County flourished with various invertebrates and crayfish, providing a good nesting site.
I love the colors of this image.
Lark Buntings
Cornell Lab of Ornithology mentions that it is the only sparrow that changes its plumage from winter to breeding. Archer County.
Sunday, May 8, 2016
Young Bluebird
Spotted among the brushy plants, juvenile bluebirds (Eastern). In flashes of brilliant blue reflecting under the sun, adult bluebirds flew above us and past us.
The juvenile bluebirds are distinctive in their spotted chest and back, with the one pictured above showing a bit of blue emerging on his tail.
Friday, May 6, 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.