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, May 22, 2018
Friday, May 18, 2018
Fossils in Fort Worth
Fossils fall from the conglomerate layers that line part of the path at the Botanical Gardens.
An unexpected memento from the botanical gardens.
Colors of the Japanese Garden Under a Strong Sun, Fort Worth Botanical Gardens
A maple adds color to the different shades of green that surround it.
Thompson's yucca plant.
Ferns grow at the base the tree. Within the conglomerate next to the base, one can find fossils.
A bee visits the blooms of a retama.
Wednesday, May 16, 2018
Monday, May 14, 2018
Saturday, May 5, 2018
Wednesday, May 2, 2018
Sunday, April 29, 2018
Saturday, April 28, 2018
Monday, April 23, 2018
Saturday, April 21, 2018
Friday, April 20, 2018
Morticia, the Remarkable Black Vulture
She serves as education ambassador for Wild Bird Rescue. Her rehabber, Connie, tells of her high intelligence, her love of watching the fishermen at the nearby cove, and her ability to find shiny objects on the shore. The two pick up trash along the banks of Lake Wichita. Together, they travel to schools to teach the children about nature and wildlife. For me, she posed again and again, showing me that she adored the attention as much as a human would.
Thursday, April 19, 2018
Tuesday, April 17, 2018
Sunday, April 8, 2018
Sunday, April 1, 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.