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, January 19, 2019

Dawn Over the Pond at Horse Camp

      Every once in a while, Clay will take the time to show me a location for photography. I like to call those times "photo safaris." Unless I feel sick or the weather is extreme, I don't miss the opportunity to tag along. 

     At six o'clock, we made our way to a pond at Horse Camp, the one with the huge dam, and waited for the ducks to arrive. The sunrise looked muted and gave the sky and the mirror-like water some color. The electrical posts provided some interest, too, for my picture. 

     We saw a pair of Buffleheads, and a few Northern Shovelers, teals, and I think I may have seen some mallards. The ducks, as they arrived, zoomed over us. Their wings made a zooming sound that fascinated me. 

Sunday, January 13, 2019

Sunset Over Kickapoo FBO

     While waiting for MyMrMallory to return from San Angelo, in the cold 22-knot winds from the north, I stood beside the FBO at Kickapoo with my camera on its tripod. The beacon did not light up until he touched down on the runway, so I merged the images together to create the lights. In using the Nikon Z7 and the 35mm Elegant lens from Kipon, I thought of myself as a tad eccentric in my choice of equipment, seeing as how I don't have the capability to use the extraordinary auto focus of the Nikon kit lens; but then, I enjoy all manual with great technology. The idea for using the Kipon lenses came from a post in Nikon Rumors Web site (Where There's Smoke, There's Fire). Eventually, I hope to have the Nikon 24-70mm lens made for the Z-series cameras.

     The practice of photography can bring one such joy. The banker John Safer, also an artist, passed away very recently (1922 - 2018). In his obituary, the writer James R. Hagerty quoted him as saying, "If you don't have any grand ambitions in art, you shouldn't be doing it." It sounds too absolutistic to me and yet, it sounds exactly right, too, about how I feel about my art.

Saturday, January 12, 2019

TBM Taking Off

Taking the opportunity to practice photography, I stood at the edge
of the grass along the taxiway. A TBM has a speedy roll,
and so must the photographer and her trusty XH-1 camera and 100-400mm lens.

Birds at the Airport During Take Off

John takes off in the Bonanza when the birds flew away, into the wind. 

"Floating Mesa," by Stanley Marsh

An installation of wood, which then painted a shade of sky color that will 
make the mesa look as if it floats above the ground, up there. 

A New Beginning in Hartley

      Dabbling again recently in infrared, I converted this color image to black and white, raised the reds and blues, and saved it. In truth, I misjudged the look of the nifty Wayne Bennett Smoky Vision polarizer from Sing Ray and disliked the look when I opened it in Photoshop. Initially, I intended to bring out my infrared filters, but felt that I did not have enough time to work on any good images. 
In post processing, though, I found comfort in converting to black and white. 

     The headquarters compound under a deck of clouds. The nifty Wayne Bennett Smoky Vision polarizer added some interest to the view. The grasses in the foreground reflect the overgrazing and the effects of the past drought. The new cattle rancher believes in living "in sync with nature," and he feels sure (with his methods and some rain) that he can develop the ranch to a better rangeland. 

     The road leading to the headquarters compound. The clouds sure do look as if they will provide a gorgeous sunset. (I wish I could have remained there to see it.)

At the headquarters, a gate behind the house leads into the Whitetail pasture.

Sunrise at a Neighbor's House

Driving south from Pampa, I had to stop (safely) to record this beautiful image. 
I lay my Fujifilm XH-1 on the hood of the Willys 
and with the 100-400mm lens composed, holding my breath for a sharp shot.

Caliche Pits, Rangeland, and Cotton Bales in Gray County

 I feel fascinated (endlessly) by the geology of the south west. 
Here we see some of the sedimentary layers of the caliche pit. 

The layer of clouds in the morning provided me with some color for my photographs. 
In my photography, I prefer to defer to the subject and leave the gorgeous sunrises in the background.
Sometimes, though, I look for a composition the will bring more light to the subject.
Except on those days when I feel too wussy to trek into the stubby cotton field. 

My Willys parked by the side of the cotton field. 
When possible, I feature my Willys in my photographic stories. 

Tumbleweeds (non-native Russian thistle) roll around the area.
This gate leads into the road that runs along the second playa.

Lovely colors with the pink clouds in the background and the yellow cotton bale packaging.

Charles' cattle munch on the corn stubs while birds fly around them.

Good ranch management includes the extraction and control of mesquite plants. 
Charles spent several hours on his tractor pulling the plants from the bulb. 
He designed the claw himself. 
Tall and healthy grass.


Friday, January 4, 2019

Snow-covered Evergreen

Hamilton Park.

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.