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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 . . .

Sunday, December 30, 2007

Gnome on a Sunday

My Dachsund often looks sweet, or I could think he looks guilty. I think it depends on my perceptions.

Kisses kept me company while I read Harold Bloom's "The Art of Reading Poetry."

Hodge, though, felt much more interested in Seamus Heaney's translation of "Beowulf."

I was instructed by my squirrel-chasing spaniel to look up this tree at a squirrel. The squirrel hid well. I don't see him: Do you? I see it helps to have a good nose.

I'm dabbling more in abstract and thought this image would work okay.

Off Hodge traipsed for more squirrel chasing.

This leaf all by itself reflected the beauty of nature.

My Mr. Mallory and I drove my '63 Thunderbird for the last time today. It goes into auction on New Year's Day. Hate, just hate to see it go, but I need someone who will give it more TLC to own it. As it is, it just sits in my garage while I drive the vehicle I prefer to drive, the Jaguar.

Thursday, December 27, 2007

Speechless Gnome

Bhenazir Bhutto (1953-2007)

Photo from Reuters

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Gnome under Mistletoe

My Mr. Mallory got a kiss from me under the mistletoe pictured here.

Monday, December 24, 2007

Gnome in Tune

I tagged along with the choir and took photographs.

My friend lays her head back as she sings, beautifully, "Silent Night" while Helen and her family listen from inside her home.

Forster leads the group while ringing the bells.

Father looks surprised.

This is my favorite photograph.

Saturday, December 22, 2007

Gnome at Beaks End

I photographed BirdManBob medicating a female Great Horned Owl. He and Marty made sure that she can fly now, after spending a few days at Wild Bird Rescue recuperating from her injuries.

The Great Horned Owl was found caught in barbed wire. A lady rescued her and brought her to us. Today she will release the owl in the same place she found her. Remarkable looking creature.

Friday, December 21, 2007

Gnome in the Garden

I sat outside this evening and admired the colors of the leaves enhanced by the rays of the setting sun.

Hodge romped but stood still, momentarily, for a snapshot.

My fellow gnome, shown here sitting on a gazebo, is also a birdwatcher and one who looks after them. Here I show him as he looks through a pair of binoculars at the bird feeders near the back door.

I took pictures as Mr. Mallory grilled a swordfish steak for our supper this evening. Before darkness, I noted the sunset looked remarkable, as it does often in Texas. I could see some of the colors through the branches of the trees that surround me. After the sun set, the lights lit up the trees.

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Gnome Will Meet with Fellow Wufflers

"Is our town 'guerrillarized' enough in the arts?" You've heard of the "Guerrilla Girls" or is it the "Gorilla Girls?" Not sure about the spelling in spite of their strong and cherished message; I do feel sure, though, that Schnauzer seems one of the most enthusiastic aritistic editors I may every know. He has a cover for our issue, out in June I hope, already. My fellow Wufflers Schnauzer, Badger and Larkspur will gather with me on Thursday for what I predict will be a delightful banter about our work. I will update them on the groundwork Badger and I have done recently and then settle in to sip tea and enjoy listening to their plans. What a grand group has come together for the benefit of our artists, authors and community members!

Sunday, December 16, 2007

Another Woman Having Fun

Image from wpra.com.

Image from cowgirl.net.

Image from bbhc.org.

"Dad says, 'Babe, you better watch him, he's a little stout.' Well, that should have warned me because dad never warned me of anything. You just get on and take your bumps," she said. "Holy moly, old Bashful Boy popped me back off my rigging and took my heels and he threw me so hard I plowed a furrow you could have planted potatoes in. Dad's version of it was, 'That horse threw her so high the birds planted a nest in her pocket before she hit the ground.' -- said Jan Youren, who retired from rodeoing at age 64, a six-time Rodeo Champion.

Friday, December 14, 2007

Gnome and the Wichitans

The sculpture near Texhoma Cycling Center looks especially beautiful under fog.

Soos's tree looked magical today, as if aside from the fog there is something magical in the air today.

Thursday, December 13, 2007

Gnome has Soup and Sandwich with Ellen

To paraphrase Ellen: "You are my only friend who has nothing to do with anything I do." And she's right. To describe how we met, we happened to take the same tour once to OKC, then met in a bar there for a cup of coffee before our bus headed back to our hometown. And so we talk about everything, not just one thing. Yesterday she gave me a bottle, empty, into which she pushed lights. It brightens up a corner of my kitchen, and it is wonderful to know where it came from.

Saturday, December 1, 2007

Gnome Heads to Kamchatka

Thinking upon setting sail to Kamchatka (on the Clipper Odyssey) I googled it to find a nice web site developed by a nice fellow named Andrew Logan. Take a look at http://www.kamchatkapeninsula.com/

Gnome Beside the Court

This morning members of the photography club gathered at the public library to set up our exhibit. I took along a light blue cloth, a couple of old cameras, and un-framed pictures of women that I took during my travels. The other kids took large framed photos of their work, so my 5x6s seemed to fill in some of the corners here and there. I wish I could have included some of the nice photos I took of the lovely athletes at the ball game this evening.

Friday, November 23, 2007

Gnome in A Zoo

Not sure I like the zoo thing: A white tiger paced back and forth at a glass that separated it from the public; an elephant kicked the dirt under its right foot over and over while people pointed at her and laughed. This after seeing the animals roam free in Kenya. Not a good effect on me. A mother urged her baby to feed the parakeets. A Flamingo slowly opened its eye at the sound of my camera shutter.

Thursday, October 11, 2007

Oh, Gnome Skips Lecture . . . Again.

It's just that ever since I moved to Texas in 1984 I have developed an increasing interest in its history and people; so, when the Kemp Center for the Arts and the MSU Museum of Art collaborate on a field trip to visit artists and art museums within a two hour drive -- I cannot resist going in lieu of attending lecture by a fabulous professor. Yes, it is a difficult decision, a tug of interests: Reduce my ignorance in South and Southwest literature or reduce my ignorance in regional art? I visited Joe Barrington at his home and studio, met his lovely wife JJ -- whose striking work caught my attention -- then met Bonnie Siebert at her house and studio. I chatted with them about their work, listened as they told me tidbits about life in general, and felt intrigued by everything. At the end of the field trip I had the opportunity to see JJ's work in Albany: Several photographs of women in several poses, with and without suitcases, either returning or leaving, sitting on the [sidestep] of a 50s car, or walking up (or down) the railroad. JJ asked the viewer to ponder about the circumstance of the women in the photos; I said, they're too smart to remain in one place and they need to see the world. JJ responded that if that's what I felt they did, then that's what they did. Cool exercise that made me wonder what other women thought about the subjects in the photos.

Sunday, October 7, 2007

Gnome Weeps

The Kiowa Kooks gave away thousands of hot dogs to the troops who arrived from Fort Sill to watch the ballgame between West Texas A&M and MSU. The soldiers looked so young to me; men and women just like them -- Adams, Carter, Martin, and thousands more -- did not return from Iraq alive. So young. As they stood in line and took a hotdog, they said thanks to the Kiowa Kooks. I watched them through tears in my eyes.

Thursday, October 4, 2007

Gnome Sits in Cockpit

Not only did Mac agree to spend an hour or two posing for us with his cropduster plane, he hauled it out onto the grass where photographs of it could have a nice background, then started the engine for us, and then even helped us climb aboard to sit in the cockpit.

Saturday, September 29, 2007

Sharon Isbin, Guitarrist

She looked beautiful and she appeared to feel the music deeply. Her notes flowed with life and spirit.

Thursday, September 27, 2007

Gnome Eyes Turkey Again

I look forward to a journey to Turkey next May -- the Black Sea, more precisely, with Karl's group, many miles from where we jaunted last May in Ephesus, pictured above, which provided a "soupcon" of the wonderfulness that is Turkey.

Karl Breezed into Town to Give a Marvelous Lecture

Gnome's travel companion showed slides in Shawnee Theatre. The slides depicted narratives of the various mythological stories told in ancient Greek and Roman periods. He called his paper "Didactic Dining in Pompeii," which seems so reflective of his interests, namely, food and art; yet, the paper explained that the frescoes reminded the people who dined in the room of the moralistic message of the stories. For example, people who engage in unjust behaviour will receive punishment to pay for the transgression. I particularly enjoyed looking at frescoes, though familiar, of the legend of Icarus and Daedelus. And folks in the audience seemed interested in Karl's lecture, for they asked him questions for about a half hour; questions varied from architecture to biology to art. At home, John Phillips waited for us with a great meal of red snapper and veggies, which we subsequently and happily followed with a nice port wine Chef John found for our enjoyment. Karl left about seven o'clock, and Soos left a little afterwards. Mr. Mallory phoned, sounding exhausted, from the airport. "Is it over already?" And I said, "Yes, you can come home now." My comment made him laugh, tiredly. When he returned home I warmed the food Chef John prepared for him. Though Mr. Mallory missed visiting with Karl and Soos, at least he ate VERY well when he returned home.

Thursday, September 20, 2007

Oklahoma is OK!

At the museum of art in downtown Oklahoma City Dale Chihuly exhibits his wondrous work in glass art. The photo above shows part of the ocean hallway. Here and there he includes cheruby angels, and in my photograph I include a human angel who admires his work. Dale Chihuly's exhibit provides a visual and visceral experience to the visitor.

Not far from downtown stands an historic mansion where the community-minded fellow Mr. Oberholser lived during the early part of last century. The windows depicting musicians caught my eye.

Nearby, the Harn Farm, donated by the Harn family to the city, still maintains the buildings used some decades ago. I took a photograph of the inside of the Stoney Brook schoolhouse, which closed in the mid-1950's.

Of all things I saw, the small space between two rooms upstairs in the Oberholser Mansion seemed the most inviting to me: a painting; a bookcase with encyclopedias and a dictionary; and a chair to sit in while I read them.

Later in the day, walking around Bricktown I came upon a sculpture of an apparent African-American pushing a large sphere up two parallel metal rails. I thought it looked beautiful. Did it symbolize Sisyphus and his struggles to reflect the struggles that our black people endure in our predominantly white culture? I do not know, and nor could I discover the name of the artist, which gives me a second reason to re-visit the sculpture sometime in the future.

Friday, September 14, 2007

Gnome at An End

This morning a dove took flight. I felt happy for her, except that she needs to remain in her cage to recover from her head trauma. She surprised me with her nimble and sudden escape; the moment I opened her little cage door, she jumped from her perch and flew under my hand. Second thing I thought: Close all three doors. Third thing: She seems safe under the table, so I cleaned her cage, brought fresh food and water, then proceeded to thinking about action number four: Capture her. So I gently walked toward her, which frightened her, of course, so she jumped up and flapped her wings to move away from me. She stopped at a corner. So I had to then proceed to action number five, but I didn't know how to capture her. I thought of myself as MUCH smarter than this -- plunging into things not having thought them through. Just then, instinct over-powered me; my hands zoomed toward the dove and grasped her gently. I held her by her legs to allow her to flap her wings. She soon calmed down and returned to her cage with nary a flap or chirp.

The crisis of the week began a couple of days ago when BirdManBob found a case of pox in Flight Room A. The birds in there -- several mockingbirds, a few bluejays and some sparrows and doves -- must remain quarantined in the same room for the next couple of weeks.

Thursday, September 13, 2007

Rosemary Rumbly

Rosemary came to visit us today. Her name sounds . . . alliterative. At one point during her speech, she began to sing a song from 1927 -- something about acquiring things for free -- and some in the audience sang along with her. I felt my eyes become teary. I wished I could have remained for the rest of her speech, for she seemed clever and fun to watch. Only my handsome Mr. Mallory could make me leave, especially because of what he wanted to do this evening: Fly in the darkness.

Sunday, September 9, 2007

Monks in Dallas

The Buddhist monks began the construction of a mandala yesterday at the Crow Collection building. The deep and touching chanting lasted about thirty minutes. I swooned a bit by their vocal vibrations and the very thought of the deep faith in their god. During the next week, they will pour millions of colored grains of sand into the design. After they finish the construction, its dismantling will reflect change, impermanence, and its grains distributed in a body of flowing water as blessings for healing and health.

A grandmother explained things to the little girl whose attention, in turn, seemed consumed by the exhibit of another culture. Love the dude in the photograph.

An artist sketched some of the colorful scene.

I felt blessed for everything and for a lovely day in Dallas with my Mr. Mallory. So inspired did he feel that he chanted as we strolled under these trees.

A fellow and his young daughter agreed it was a perfect day to bring out the 1971 Triumph, top down, of course.

Another pretty day in Texas.
For information on the construction of the mandala this week, visit www.crowcollection.org

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.