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 . . .

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Gnome Intrigued by Inscription


On my way from the Adolphus to the Dallas Public Library I spotted a quintessential view of the city of Dallas. In the photo we see the Adolphus Hotel on the left (the beaux arts architecture) and the red Pegasus horse on the top right.


Photo of the pony "Penny's Worth" on the monument on the southeast corner (Commerce and Weatherford) of the Fort Worth Court House. The inscriptions interest me: "who watered his horse here" and "who saved the horse"; so I find myself elbow-deep in files looking at any mention in regard to the horse.

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Gnome at Lunch with John Mark

John Mark walked up to the counter and slapped a penny and a nickel down. He smiled at the owner of the restaurant and then said, "I found these out by your trash bin. You are not minding your money very well." The owner smiled back at John Mark, took the coins and tossed them into the cash register without saying a word. I felt grateful to witness an act so small but with such a depth and implication that only with the passage of time will I fully comprehend it.

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Golf Course

After a year or so of hard work by Brent and the others on his staff, the golf course has begun to look even more pleasant than before the renovations. Here I show hole number six with its new bunker.

Hole number thirteen has a wider chipping area. Now we can tee off from across the creek and land on turf, rather than in a bunker.

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

Soiree of the Year

We hosted a reception for the recently-founded literature and art magazine.

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.