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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 . . .

Tuesday, April 11, 2017

Nest, Perhaps Wren


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Monday, April 10, 2017

Selfie Reflection on the Cone of an Air Tractor

 
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Moon over Beechcraft

 
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Outcrop at Clay's Ridge

    
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Sun Dog over Kickapoo

 
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Lichen Rocks and Flowers

    
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Fredericksburg

   
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Monday, April 3, 2017

Clouds before a Rain

   
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Rampage the Longhorn

 
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Sunday, April 2, 2017

Oxidized Pipes (1940s Oil Field)













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Vultures Kettling at Sunset


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Bluebonnets and Kayak


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Monday, March 20, 2017

Kayak on the Shore

And a piece of driftwood to serve as a dock. 

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Old Camp Site

Someone gathered stones to build a campfire. 
(Lower left corner shows the part of the panorama that I missed.)

Firewood gathered for next time.


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Thursday, March 9, 2017

Sunset and Flag


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Wednesday, March 8, 2017

Depositional Layers and Lichen

Layers of rocks that are hundreds of millions of years old.




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Tuesday, March 7, 2017

Sunset and Trees



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Saturday, March 4, 2017

Early Evening

  
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Friday, March 3, 2017

Blooming Peach Tree

 
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Watching Cat

 
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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.