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 . . .
Friday, February 28, 2014
Thursday, February 27, 2014
Black History Month at the MoNTH
Thoughtful exhibit at the Museum of North Texas History.
"Walk in my shoes."
Big Daddy Pat's base fiddle.
The desk of Charlye Farris.
Jupiter and Moonrise at Dawn
At left, a sliver of a moon at dawn. The top light at right is Jupiter; the lower light is a tree light.
Saturday, February 22, 2014
Spartacus the Hawk
Hannah interacts with Spartacus, the Red-tailed hawk that she helped to rescue.
A gentleman phoned Wild Bird Rescue to say that he had watched for two weeks as a healthy hawk brought food to an injured hawk on the ground.
Spartacus displays one red tail feather, which, Hannah explains, shows his age, one year.
Spartacus.
Spartacus joins an impressive group of wild birds who serve as educational ambassadors that teach the community about wildlife and wild life issues. Please donate to Wild Bird Rescue.
Thursday, February 20, 2014
Spring is Near
Spring is coming soon. I can tell from all the baby calves emerging from the grasslands.
Fair foreman waits for the cows to come to him and the feed he has brought for them.
Filling up the trailer with more food for the cattle and their young.
Saturday, February 15, 2014
Fallen Windmill Wheel
A windmill wheel and its blades lie on the bank of a dry pond.
And here is the wheel viewed through a filter upon which I dabbed a bit of petroleum jelly.
Thursday, February 13, 2014
Tuesday, February 11, 2014
Studying Aviation
Watching videos of Martha King teaching low route maps for Instrument Flight Rules takes great commitment and cat-like focus.
Sunday, February 9, 2014
Wednesday, February 5, 2014
Monday, February 3, 2014
Sunday, February 2, 2014
Friday, January 31, 2014
Thursday, January 30, 2014
Sunday, January 26, 2014
Gary and Ben in the Helicopter
Gary's headlamps shine on the helicopter during pre-flight.
A crescent moon hangs over the truck, and Venus remains hidden behind a thick layer of clouds.
A lovely morning for Ben to take to the skies with Gary.
Lift off! Away they go.
To view his aerial photography, visit Ben's Facebook page.
Saturday, January 25, 2014
Warmth at CWC
At Kickapoo airport, Austin, the lineman, arrives before dawn, and with cold fingers, he stacks logs in the fireplace, and lights a fire. Coming in during the day out of the frigid air where he pulls and fuels airplanes, he heads to the fireplace to warm himself, pulling off his gloves and holding them up close to the fire, before heading out again. When I took the image above at six o'clock in the evening, the fire had been warming the FBO all day, and developed a deep glow and warmth that felt comforting.
Thursday, January 23, 2014
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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.