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, November 17, 2016

Super Moon Over Lisa Lake (Composited Image)


     We need two exposures to show the view of the moon over the landscape. Merging them together, I can recreate the view over Lisa Lake of a moon at perigee, the closest to Earth since 1948. See more information about the  super moon at Time and Date's Web site.

Sunday, November 6, 2016

Kevin's Cowboy True 2017 Project, JC Ranch and Farm

     Kevin invited photographers to take part in another of his projects to benefit Cowboy True. This year, we visited the JC Ranch and Farm near Mankins to record a branding. I show below a picture taken by Jeremy Enlow of the group standing in front of the JC Ranch and Farm home, and pictures I took of Hunter Cure on his magnificent black horse working with Francisco (green shirt and green eyes) and some of other cowboys. Mr Cure's dog, Max, also assisted in the branding.

     Deeply intrigued by a lone white, long-horn cow, I watched her for a while. She appeared old, and after the medication, her owner stated that the cow would go home to become a pet. I show some of my pictures of that cow, too.

     The photographers will submit their images to the Cowboy True committee as part of the exhibit.

     View more photos uploaded by some of the photographers at Kevin's page at Flickr.

Right, Jeremy Enlow.







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Aviators Dropping Pumpkins

The annual tradition at Wichita Valley Airport.



Saturday, October 29, 2016

Corn Harvest






       While Charles drove the combine, Chandler and Brody drove the tractors back and forth from the trucks. At supper-time, Jena brought sandwiches for the farmers, a welcome respite during their twelve-hour days. 

Sunday, October 16, 2016

Harvest Regatta on a Windy Day

More of my images at Harvest Regatta 2016.


Heath Aster Along the Road



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.

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.