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, June 6, 2016
Saturday, June 4, 2016
Tuesday, May 31, 2016
Light Painting: Balloon in the Garden
Sunday, May 29, 2016
Friday, May 27, 2016
Blue Passionflower Fruit
View the Wikipedia article on the passiflora.
The blue passionflower produces a fruit the size of a chicken's egg.
Thursday, May 26, 2016
Tuesday, May 24, 2016
Fireflies
Left, lower corner of the image (perhaps by squinting hard enough), one can see the fireflies that emerge after sunset.
For more information about Lightning Bugs, visit the National Geographic page about them.
Bunny and Bluebonnets
While mowing the other day, MyMrMallory drove around a patch of Bluebonnets and other flowers to ensure that they go to seed for next season.
What a delight to see the rabbit appear again. I slowly moved to position myself for a pleasing composition, bunny in the foreground and flowers in the background.
Barn Swallows
See the nice website with information and outstanding photography about Barn Swallows at Wildscreen Arkive.
Snuggling Sparrows
Looking contented after a meal provided by their parents, young sparrows snuggle up for a nap.
View more information about the House Sparrow at the Audubon Guide to North American Birds.
Thursday, May 19, 2016
Black-bellied Whistling Ducks Resting
Interestingly, Black-bellied Whistling ducks are monogamous and will nest in the cavity of a tree. The young will hop out, and thanks to their fluffy down, will not be injured. The young can immediately feed themselves, and after about eight weeks, fly off on their own.
Typically, this duck is gregarious and social, and not prone to travel long distances.
These two rested and nibbled for food in front of the Hardin Building at the university.
More interesting information at Wikipedia and Internet Bird Collection.
Wednesday, May 18, 2016
One-legged Cardinal Papa
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.
Monday, May 16, 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.