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 . . .
Thursday, November 19, 2015
Lisa and Duck Lakes Views from the West
Bird list at the lakes: Hooded Merganser, Killdeer, Red-winged Blackbirds, Green-winged Teal, American Wigeon, Redheadeds, scaups (need to verify), crows, mockingbirds, cardinals, sparrows, meadowlarks, Red-tailed hawks, Greater-yellowlegs, doves.
Wednesday, November 18, 2015
Tuesday, November 17, 2015
Friday, November 13, 2015
Kingfisher and Redhead over Pink Pond
A kingfisher alighted a few feet away from me as the sun rose.
Throughout the early morning, Redheaded ducks, teals, mallards, moorhens, grebes, killdeer, herons, sparrows, cardinals, and hawks appeared at the pond.
A pastel sunrise over a foggy pond.
Friday, November 6, 2015
Eby Flight of Five
Missing Man Formation Flight to pay our last respects to Dave Eby.
Four v-tail Bonanzas led by a t-tail Turbo Arrow.
MyMrMallory, Meat, MeatBall, Yukon, H.-P., Steve, and Tramp.
Leader H.-P. and Steve.
Meat and MeatBall.
Tramp.
Yukon.
In formation.
Turning left.
Thursday, November 5, 2015
Dallas Arboretum and Pumpkins
Capsicum annuum, Black Pearl
Missouri Botanical Garden's website.
Children at one of the fountains.
Children enjoy watching the misting.
At the entryway to the arboretum, visitors come upon piles of artistically-placed pumpkins.
Lovely flower.
Koi.
Landscape.
Posing.
In the pumpkin village.
The stage with White Rock Lake in the background.
Playful figures.
Waterfall.
Tuesday, November 3, 2015
Formation with H.-P.
We are honored to serve as part of the flying formation for the late David Eby. The "missing man" formation includes four v-tail Bonanzas and H. P.'s t-tail turbo Arrow.
Out on a 2-sip practice flight, I managed to capture some nice shots of our fearless leader in his t-tail. I had hoped to be positioned back portside during the formation; instead, were are doubly honored to do the break away, signifying the "missing man." What a sight that must be from the ground when airplanes fly overhead just at Taps finishes.
Dave taught me to fly. MyMrMallory mentioned to him at a party that I had an interest in learning how to fly. My interest extended to simply being articulate at supper time with MyMrMallory about aviation, his passion. Dave changed that little desire into a big desire.
The next day, early, the phone rang. I answered.
"Wanna fly?"
That was all I heard from the other end. I knew it was Dave. I said, "I'll be right there."
Back to today: Here are the shots of H.-P. flying his Turbo Arrow over Lake Arrowhead.
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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.