Photographic and poetic meanderings along the countryside or while flying an airplane.
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 . . .
Tuesday, August 22, 2017
Partial Eclipse
Update: Photographs by Jake Kwong (top) and NASA (showing the ISS passing in front of the sun during the eclipse).
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Sunspots.
Partial eclipse.
Sunday, August 20, 2017
Saturday, August 19, 2017
Monday, August 14, 2017
WWII Airborne Demonstration Team
Link to their Web site: WWIIIIADT
World War II B-25 pilots trained at the Frederick, Oklahoma air field. The hangar they built way back then, in 1941, stands still, with its massive lumber beams holding it steadfast against time. In 1951, the air field became the city's regional airport.
The demonstration team trains there. Twice per year, they hold events at the air field to show the abilities of the parachutists, and the impressive aircraft, the C-47, which takes them aloft for their jumps.
Saturday, August 12, 2017
Friday, August 11, 2017
Wednesday, August 9, 2017
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.
Saturday, July 29, 2017
Thursday, July 27, 2017
Wednesday, July 26, 2017
Friday, July 21, 2017
Tuesday, July 18, 2017
Friday, July 14, 2017
Sunday, July 9, 2017
Saturday, July 8, 2017
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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.
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.