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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, January 4, 2019

Snowy Alma Mater

"Sunwatcher," by Jack Stevens.

Across the pond from MSU Texas Museum of Art stands a lovely willow in the snow.



Tuesday, January 1, 2019

Preflighting Grumman with Wave Clouds Above


Cormorants and Gulls on the Pond Along Highway 82


     Along the highway, near Holiday, some of the land from which they borrowed to build the highway expansion have filled up and remained filled since the drought broke in 2015. Cormorants and other shore birds frequent the ponds, and have made the rock island their roosting spot. Since they became accustomed to vehicles (my little Willys) lurking along the shoulder of the highway, they carry on as they would without my presence, and so I have the happy opportunity to watch them.

Water Collection System in Mankins

     On the location of a Texas Historical Marker commemorating the D S Dudly circus winter location, there sit several buildings made of stone and petrified wood. A barn stands nearby with the water collection tank shown above. Oftentimes, I drive by it feeling intrigued by the thought of who lived there. Before the expansion of Highway 82, I glimpsed the statues of gargoyles sitting on top of the stairwells that lead to the bedrooms on some of the buildings. 

Beacon and Sunset at CWC


Grumman Parked at the End of the Line


Preflighting at Alliance Airport


Let Lovely Turn of Phrase Begin

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.