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 . . .

Sunday, May 31, 2009

Watching Hawk


Red-tailed Hawk launching from her perch at Lake Kickapoo.

Art in Nature

An Eastern Phoebe, pictured above, sings his repertoire, 
while below him grow impressionist wild flowers  . . . 
. . . and a raccoon contributes to the art in nature 
with a realist rendering in clay of her paw prints. 




Saturday, May 30, 2009

Gnoming Around


The building pictured above once housed the Markley Cafe and Oil Field Supply, home of some of the area's best enchiladas. Below, painted on the side of the building, a sign welcomes visitors to Post, Texas. Interestingly, a post stands in front of the sign . . . .
Throughout the year, our neighborhood pond hosts visitors of various species of birds.

Thursday, May 28, 2009

Of Hydration, Books and Art

Portside gulped water after frolicking in the garden along Martin Street, and chasing
after birds, squirrels, cyclists, walkers and other dogs. While visiting the reference library of the church,
I took the image below.

At the Fain Arts Center of Midwestern State University,
a tornado disturbs the inherent stability of the arches.



On Two Wheels Today and Last Week

The Burlington Northern arrives in Wichita Falls.
Marigolds enhance the colors in this photograph."Coming Soon: A New Floor," announces the marquee at the Grand in Electra.

The rear view mirror of a motorcycle reflects a sign and barn in the background.



Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Shawnee in My Rear-view Mirror

A rosary draped over one of the tombstones at the cemetary near Saint Gregory's Cathedral in Shawnee, Oklahoma. A squirrel, I assume, wonders if I have a morsel for her...
Wildlife on Saint Gregory's grounds seemed fairly tame. Here, a female Grackle watches me as I approach her for a close-up.
Saint Emanuel Episcopal Church, downtown Shawnee, baptized five adults five years after the city was founded in 1891. My next visit to Shawnee will focus a look at its nativity stained glass window.
I felt intrigued by the building pictured below. More information later.





Monday, May 25, 2009

More Emil






















Prevalent Marigolds this Year



Holy Spirit

I served as chauffeur to Father Nyberg to a special ceremony at the Episcopal Church of the Holy Spirit in Graham. Along the way, we spotted many blooming Prickly Pear cacti. Recently, I learned that some people consider the Prickly Pear as the Yellow Rose of Texas. The ceremony involved the consecration of the two windows below, situated in the chapel. Father Scott requested photographs of the windows.

The narthex shows a church re-built gracefully after a fire a few years ago.
As we made our way up Hillcrest Drive, the church appeared. This view shows the narthex and the offices and parking lot on its right. The sky behind it shows the kind of weather we had for most of the morning, with thick thunderstorm clouds all around North Texas.




Monday, May 18, 2009

Birds in My Binos

Flycatcher through a gate.
Female Red-tailed Hawk in flight over Lake Kickapoo.Purple Martin arriving home. Female Cardinal
Cedar Waxwing heading into a berry tree.
Eastern Kingbird Western Kingbird.

Female Cardinal on the fence (squint and you will see) with motorcycle in the background.

Scissor-tailed Flycatcher
Red-tailed Hawk and two fledglings. Great Egret flying across Lake Kickapoo.

Eastern Phoebe.



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.