Except as noted, all images copyrighted by and should be attributed to E. Bourland 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 . . .

Monday, May 28, 2018

Ferrying Air Tractor to South Africa


Mr Gunter prefights the aircraft that he will ferry to South Africa. 


A long glance at his wife who watches him from her car. 


Taking off for the transoceanic flight. (Composited image.)


Friday, May 18, 2018

Fossils in Fort Worth

Fossils fall from the conglomerate layers that line part of the path at the Botanical Gardens. 

An unexpected memento from the botanical gardens.

Colors of the Japanese Garden Under a Strong Sun, Fort Worth Botanical Gardens

A maple adds color to the different shades of green that surround it.

Thompson's yucca plant.

Ferns grow at the base the tree. Within the conglomerate next to the base, one can find fossils.

A bee visits the blooms of a retama.

Let Lovely Turn of Phrase Begin

Give 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.