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 . . .

Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Gnome Sees Patster

I took some supper to Patricia this evening. Still convalescing, she felt weak as she came out to the sun room to greet me. I informed her on the most recent inside WGA activities, and caught up on her granddaughter; then, I told her about Aunt Carmela's ninetieth birthday, which I will attend. Then HershMeister started the oven for me. I warmed their supper, washed a few dishes, then sat at Pat's feet. At one point she said, "Herschel, pass me that blanket. I feel cold." He rose, took the blanket, and as he covered her he said, "My girl feels chilled sometimes." I tucked her feet under the blanket he spread over her. HershMeister took over at that point, because I wanted to leave Pat to herself while she waited for her dinner. I gave her a hug, received a highly-cherished kiss from her, then left, saying on my way out that I might just drive off in HershMeister's '89 black Corvette.

Sunday, April 27, 2008

Corvettes in the Parking Lot

The two Corvettes in the parking lot, parked far and by themselves, reminded me of bulls in a pasture.

Gnome Day

Mac took this photo of me while doing four Gs in his biplane. Glad to have a photograph to embellish my memory of such an outstanding experience.

On my way to class I have seen this pair either at my house or here, in this pond.

Friends Judy and Winnifred cover their faces when I bring my camera out of my bag.

I still own my T-bird -- and enjoying it very much, thank you -- and don't mind it at all that I cannot sell it. That's a Pilates plane in the background.

Saturday, April 26, 2008

Candies for Season Ticket Holders

Facade of the Memorial Auditorium where the symphony plays every month.

The orchestra practiced with the Beatles band while we worked.

A little rest between notes.

This year, season ticket holders received a treat in the form of a candy bar. We taped them to the seats in the auditorium.

Population Scientist at Gnome's House

These are the links:

Photo by Neta, taken at a nearby restaurant.

"The writer made so much mention of my coming back: Doesn't anyone ever return to Wichita Falls?" These were the first words out of his mouth after he entered my house. Later in the evening, I found him wandering in the hallway looking forlorn and tired. He said, "They left without saying good bye."
"Who did?" I asked him.
"The Germans. They left without saying good bye."
I wondered about which Germans he meant, then realized he referred to Dr. Wiederman and her husband, and whom I happened to have glimpsed in the dining room as I walked by moments earlier; so, I lead Werner to them.

Dr. Wiederman pointed to the silk scarf she wore, as she walked out the door, subsequently, as she said good bye, and said she matched the living room which contains all sorts of oriental things--a collection brought together from my things, John's things, his mother's and my late David's--and indeed, I thought she looked striking, especially in that room, but I think she would look striking everywhere. Her husband seemed a fine fellow, and I was glad, like Werner, that they had not left without saying good bye. Charles had to leave early, so Karen took Werner to his hotel. I was saddened to see him go before I could visit with him more.

Saturday, April 12, 2008


How nice to spot -- and photograph -- the first hummingbird I see this year.

Sunday, April 6, 2008

Gnome Pulls Four Gs

Mac invited me to fly in his biplane.

I enjoy this photo taken by my Mr. Mallory because it looks as if I am piloting Mac's biplane.

Waiting for Mac to board the biplane. I am buckled in and ready to roll -- if you pardon the pun.

I look as if I belong in the biplane!

Instrument panel in the cockpit of an acrobatic plane.

I look pretty perky, so I think Mr. Mallory took this photo before we pulled four Gs in acrobatics.

Mac teaches Mr. Mallory to use the film camera which he will use to film the acrobatic biplane in the air.

Note the serendipitous butterfly above the cockpit.

The biplane seems quick and its engine sounds smooth. We did a barrel roll, an aerelon and a loop before I felt a bit queasy; otherwise I would have stayed in the air doing acrobatics for as long as Mac wanted to fly that afternoon. At the same time, I had to return to town to read as part of the induction ceremony for Alpha Chi, and I did not want to look a bit green while I stood at the podium.

Thursday, April 3, 2008

Kettled Gnome

I photographed these fantastical creatures outside my back door this week. The garden seemed eerily quiet as the smaller birds hunkered down to wait for the threatening figures circling above or resting in the Pecan tree to leave.

A group of vultures is called a venue; a venue circling overhead is called a kettle.

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.