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 . . .
Sunday, April 1, 2018
Mural in Ardmore, Oklahoma
Sometimes, while driving through a town, finding oneself lost may lead to the discovery of something grand. Turning into a side street, just to gather my maps, in GPS or paper formats, I parked in front of a mural painted in 2016 on the side of the local newspaper's building.
The mural honors the military past of the city of Ardmore. The base, which closed in 1945, brought to town military personnel, some of whom remained in Ardmore, raising their families and continuing to serve the community.
An informative Website, Ardmore Army Air Field, provides more information about the base, its history, and about the mural pictured above, giving a description of the art work, panel by panel (between the unpainted columns), and includes many links (to my delight).
Tuesday, March 27, 2018
Saturday, March 24, 2018
Friday, March 23, 2018
Thursday, March 22, 2018
Tuesday, March 13, 2018
Spider's Split at Bat Mountain
A hike in the Wichita Mountains Wildlife Refuge.
View from the road of a large rock outcrop called Bat Mountain, our destination.
View of a part of the Wichita Mountains from inside Spider's Split, Bat Mountain.
My favorite thing to do, low-light photography.
Photography artist Ben Jacobi sits by his camera as it takes several exposures.
See his image at bjdphoto.
A large, large boulder sits on the side of Bat Mountain. This photo shows us sitting underneath it.
Tuesday, March 6, 2018
Post Oak Falls, Little and Big
The "big" Post Oak Falls.
Little Post Oak Falls.
Monday, March 5, 2018
Saturday, February 24, 2018
Thursday, February 22, 2018
Tuesday, February 20, 2018
Monday, February 19, 2018
Sunday, February 18, 2018
Iwo Jima Reunion Fly-over
The thing about being airport bums on a Saturday morning, in addition to sipping coffee and munching popcorn that Loretta made, is that we have the opportunity to watch what the wind blows in.
On occasion of the Iwo Jima Reunion, four pilots landed at Kickapoo Airport in their T-34s. We had the honor to meet three of them, Mr John Vance, Mr Tom Nichols, and Mr J D Daniels.
Later in the day, we watched them fly the Missing Man Formation.
Mr Vance asked me to send him high resolution images to include in an article that he will write about the fly over. That adds to my honor.
Saturday, February 10, 2018
Thursday, February 8, 2018
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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.