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 . . .

Saturday, August 12, 2017

Great-tailed Grackle at Sunrise


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Friday, August 11, 2017

Rain in the Short Distance


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Wednesday, August 9, 2017

Open Door, Ready to Fly


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Sunday, July 30, 2017

Of Kayaking and Birds

My kayak lurks underneath a dock, refuge from the sun.

Black-necked Stilt.

A cormorant takes flight by skipping on the surface.

Cormorant.

A group of cormorants.

Great Blue Heron.

Great White Egret.

Snowy Egret.


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Saturday, July 29, 2017

Marble Falls at Sunset




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Thursday, July 27, 2017

Waco and Stearmans


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Wednesday, July 26, 2017

Praying Mantis


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Lotus Flower with Bugs


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Tropical Buckeye Butterfly


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Friday, July 21, 2017

Moonflower




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Tuesday, July 18, 2017

Bumper Camera View


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Friday, July 14, 2017

Verbena and Lichen Rocks



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Sunday, July 9, 2017

Rain Approaching Airport




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Saturday, July 8, 2017

Purple Martins at their Old House


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Lotus Flower


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Thursday, July 6, 2017

Where the Hickses Live


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Wednesday, July 5, 2017

Fireworks at Wichita Valley



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Tuesday, July 4, 2017

Bees on Prickly Poppies



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Fly on Bindweed


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Saturday, July 1, 2017

Mom and Calf


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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.