Cassandra honored me by asking me to include some of my images of the rescued birds at Wild Bird Rescue. They plan to use the images for a calendar fundraiser, and for a memorial to former educational birds. I included a Cedar Waxwing sitting on a holly branch that Marge brought in for it; a growing Scissortail Flycatcher (or Kingbird) that Chris fed, and a close-up of Stevie.
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 . . .
Thursday, August 18, 2016
Wednesday, August 17, 2016
Tuesday, August 16, 2016
Green Heron Juvie
Earlier this year, specifically in May, and then again in June, I spotted a flock of Green herons at Lisa Lake. They appeared to have settled in to nest. And now, mid-August, I found two juvenile Green herons in the same reeds, hunting for flies and fishing.
Sunday, August 14, 2016
Saturday, August 13, 2016
Sunset After a Rain Shower
The cloud formations after a rain shower embellish the sunset over the lake. To the left, one can spot a Purple Martin house, its occupants out and about catching insects, while waiting for the call of migration.
Thursday, August 11, 2016
Tuesday, August 9, 2016
Monday, August 8, 2016
Sleeping Under the Milky Way
After an afternoon on his SeaDoo, MyMrMallory and I settled in under the stars for an evening of meteor watching. We spotted several large meteors, all one week in advance of the peak of the Perseids. Bodes well for this weekend, if the sky is clear.
Tuesday, August 2, 2016
Sunday, July 31, 2016
Wednesday, July 27, 2016
Tuesday, July 26, 2016
A Sailboat with Solar-powered Lights
Intrigued by a lone sailboat, I returned to the sailing club to attempt a nice image of it. Its solar powered lights lit up the surrounding area. I wondered how it would look with the Milky Way in the background.
Around me, all was dark, except for the sailboat. At the top of its mast, I spotted beautiful Mars on the right, and Saturn and Antares on the left.
A bit later in the evening, the cirrus clouds began to drift away. The Milky Way emerged above the bow. A meteor passed above it. Saturn, Mars, and Antares are still visible, now to the right of the mast. All these elements came together to make a lovely image.
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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.