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, October 16, 2016

Fort Richardson Under the Super Moon




     Not far south from Jacksboro, Fort Richardson State Park commemorates the fort that during the early 1860s to the late 1870s provided assistance to the people of the nearby area. Abandoned after the end of the Red River War, the fort's buildings fell into disrepair. In 1968, the city of Jacksboro acquired the 454-acre land that soon thereafter became the state park. 

     Texas State Photographer Laureate occasionally holds seminars at Fort Richardson. I attended a light painting lesson.

     We stood a short distance from the buildings while Mr. Meinzer rushed from window to window, light painting them with his EAG TAC G25C2 outfitted with the filter kit. He had already lit the second story windows with lights. 

Fort Richardson Hospital Building.

Officer's Headquarters.

October's Super Moon framed by my tripod.

Wyman and Robyn talk photography shop during our hot dog supper.

Monday, October 3, 2016

Ranger Airport (F23)

Civil Air Patrol cadets walk past the airport office.

     The city of Ranger was named in honor of the Texas Rangers who in the 1870s guarded settlers.
Ranger now has a museum, the Roaring Ranger Museum that exhibits items from its oil boom from 1917 to the early 1920s. The gusher that produced 1,700 barrels of oil the first day led to more oil discoveries in West Texas. (forts.pdf, page 16)

     The airport opened in 1911 and became the third oldest airport in Texas. The text in the marker pictured below says: 

     "The Texas Department of Transportation's Aviation Division lists this field as the third oldest operating in the state. 

    The earliest documentation for an airplane landing in Ranger was on November 24, 1911, when Robert G. Fowler landed his Wright biplane on the V.V. Cooper, Sr. field just west of the present airport building, on the eastern edge of Ranger College. Fowler, an early aviator, landed in Ranger during his transcontinental attempt to win publisher William Randolph Hearst's $50,000 prize for the first person to fly across the United States in 30 days. 

     In the spring of 1928, C.J. Moore and various aviation boosters determined to build an airport for Eastland County began searching for a suitable site. They purchased the 135-acre V.V. Cooper, Sr. tract, and officially dedicated the airport on Armistice Day, November 11, 1928. Called Haugland Airport in the 1930s, the airport was renamed Ranger Municipal Airport in September 1939 when the Ranger Flying Service, owned by Russell B. Miller, Hall Walker and O.G. Lanier opened a civilian pilot training program at the airport. 

     Several noteworthy aviation events have occurred at Ranger Field. On June 16, 1931, aviatrix Amelia Earhart landed her Pitcairn Autogiro here. In the 1930s, Ranger Airport served as a midway point for glider races from Grand Prairie to Sweetwater and back. 

     During World War II, Army Air Forces Piper L4 Cub pilots flew into Ranger Municipal Airport on multiple occasions for two to three days of practice in the clear skies around Ranger. Since World War II area citizens have worked continuously to make Ranger Municipal Airport an asset to the city, county and state. (2006)"


The airport hosts an airshow every year. 
Visit their Web site at Ranger Air Show .

Watching the show under the wing of a T6.


Above and below, Aaron Taylor's T6 flies for the crowd.


Jared Calvert gives airplane rides in his 1927 Curtiss Wright Travel Air.

From Fort Worth, Charlie flew his Cessna 195 to see the show.


Above and below, a Pitts shows some gravity-teasing moves.


A Piper and the Travel Air in formation.


Tuesday, September 27, 2016

Tuesday, September 20, 2016

Cabbage Looper, then Ni Moth

      
    As best as I can figure out by immersing myself in a couple of books and within the depths of the Internet, I conclude that this is a picture of a cabbage looper, a caterpillar found on my mint plant this afternoon. After about twenty days, this caterpillar becomes the ni moth.
   
    Moving fairly quickly and nimbly with a looping motion, it moved to the bush next to the mint, almost disappearing. In the meantime, I jumped into the house hastily to retrieve my camera.
    
    Aside from the information and sources provided by Wikipedia, I found other sites of note, namely, the University of Florida's Entomology and Nematology site, in which they list the cabbage looper as a Featured Creature; and Butterflies and Moths of North America, a site with bottomless information and sources about these amazing creatures of God. 

Saturday, September 17, 2016

Sheppard Air Show

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My fave images.

Many thanks to Sheppard Air Force Base for the air show.
Congratulations for seventy-five years of training and service.

Sky Behind Thunderbird Aerobats

Beautiful background for the air show, Sheppard Air Force Base and the Thunderbirds.

Thunderbirds Aerobats

Beautiful air show at Sheppard Air Force Base.

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.