Images I took while waiting for Mr. Graves to change the oil in My Mr. Mallory's plane.
A Meadowlark on a taxiway marker.
A Horned Lark along the taxiway.
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, June 16, 2009
Monday, June 15, 2009
Walking Around Out Back
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Gnome's Resident Owl
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Lightning!
During the early morning hours, lightning struck the oil tank batteries above.
The Hoover Hellfighters Volunteer Fire Department drove miles into the grasslands to reach the burning battery.
After allowing most of the oil to burn, the firefighters spread foam around and into one of tanks.
It is important to allow the oil to burn, rather than allow it to run into the grasslands.
A firefighter watches from the distance, sitting among the yucca plants, native grasses and flowers of the Texan Panhandle.
Rolling the hose for storage before returning to Hoover.
Approximately one hundred and seventy-five barrels of oil burned or spilled into the draw.
The containing ditch, dug too late, contained a little amount of oil, and some of the firefighters foam.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Monday, June 1, 2009
Attacked Hawk
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Art in Nature
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Gnoming Around
The building pictured above once housed the Markley Cafe and Oil Field Supply, home of some of the area's best enchiladas. Below, painted on the side of the building, a sign welcomes visitors to Post, Texas. Interestingly, a post stands in front of the sign . . . .
Throughout the year, our neighborhood pond hosts visitors of various species of birds.
Friday, May 29, 2009
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Of Hydration, Books and Art
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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.