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, April 29, 2014
Sunday, April 27, 2014
la diosa cellars
And where to have a bite to eat while in Lubbock? Why, la diosa cellars, of course.
Exquisite tapas and Creme Brûlée.
Sunday, April 13, 2014
Lesser Prairie Chickens
Roosters, actually, 25 to 35 of them stamping their feet, inflating their sacks, drumming, and chirping away while sparring against one another. Once in a long while, a hen flew in, mated, and then flew away. Before daybreak, we could hear the roosters drumming, and then, slowly, as the sun rose, they appeared on the prairie before us. Hearing them, and watching them, gave me a sense of the primal. But a mere glimpse of a Lesser Prairie Chicken would have pleased me, even one flushing at my approach and flying away from me over the undulating hills of the Texas Panhandle; but here we were only yards from them and I at the ready with my camera. What an utterly marvelous way to make my dream come true.
Friday, April 11, 2014
Turner Falls Re-visited
View of Turner Falls.
The falls.
Waterfall and moss.
Interesting rock formations.
Sub-surface plants.
Wednesday, April 2, 2014
Saturday, March 22, 2014
Friday, March 21, 2014
Wednesday, March 19, 2014
Tuesday, March 18, 2014
Sunday, March 16, 2014
Denton's Wright Opera House
Thorough article by Shelly Tucker about the Wright Opera House in Denton, Texas.
On my "to do list" to spend a few hours there, and then emerge with an armload of classics.
Homage to Paula and Dianne
I once attended an exhibit by photographic artist Paula Savage and was charmed by her work. Savage post-processes her images with thoughtful creativity. In some of her images, she adds a bird. We spent a long time studying every one of her images seeking birds.
Learning more about appreciating iphonography from artist Dianne Poinski, I discovered the joys of several art apps. DigitalFX allows one to add birds to an image, and I did . . . and over-did, joyfully! I posted the results above. Birds embellish photos.
Monday, March 10, 2014
Sunday, March 9, 2014
Piglet Stampede
I thought I would have to jump aside when the piglets spotted me, watched me for a few seconds, and then ran away to my right.
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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.