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, May 14, 2017

Prickly Pear Blooms and Bee





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Tuesday, May 9, 2017

Prickly Poppy

 
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Blooming Prickly Pear

 
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Monday, May 8, 2017

Hats in Luckenbach

 
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Sunday, May 7, 2017

Troy Taylor Airport, Eastland.

 
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Scissortail on a Branch


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Saturday, May 6, 2017

Flint, Airport Dog

 
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V-tail Bonanza Tail

 
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Thursday, May 4, 2017

Bug on Wine Cup Flower

 
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Wednesday, May 3, 2017

Flower-lined Gravel Road

 
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Jeff and Jazmine (Rescued Dog)

 
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Sunflower and Bee

 
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Friday, April 28, 2017

Sunflower and Butterfly

 
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Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Scorpion

 
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Sunday, April 23, 2017

Lichen on Rocks



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Wildlife Around a Feeder

Click to view the page at which I saved a time-lapse and a video edited with iMovie of images captured by cameras set on a feeder.
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Collard Lizard Sunning on a Rock


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Thursday, April 13, 2017

Green Frog


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Red-tailed Hawk and Baby in Nest





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Enchanted Rock from 4,000 Feet


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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.