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 . . .

Friday, June 9, 2017

Sunset Over Airplane





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Thursday, June 8, 2017

The New Gate at the North Pond



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Baby Calf and Mom

Black Angus and Hereford.

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The Pond Down the Hill Surrounded by Coreopsis




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Wednesday, June 7, 2017

Dr Pepper Museum

Dee viewing one of the exhibits at the Dr Pepper Museum. 
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Armstrong Browning Library


browninglibrary.org


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Cooper Foundation

The Cooper Foundation in Waco, Texas.

cooperfn.org

Cooper family home, now restored and serving as the offices of the foundation.

Picture of Madison, presumably, who served during WWI.

The stairwell and windows.

Formerly Madison's bedroom, now an office.



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Sunrise June 7th


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Thursday, June 1, 2017

Longhorn

 
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1953 Willys

 
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Hillsboro Courthouse Law Library

 
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Rudiments of Written Arithmetic

 
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Wednesday, May 31, 2017

Thistle in the Garden

  
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Monday, May 29, 2017

Cat Lounging on a Step


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Sunday, May 14, 2017

Big Fly Licking My Windshield


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Flowers Along the Road


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Bugs on Thistle



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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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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.