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, June 16, 2009

In Oklahoma. El Reno Mustang Field

Images I took while waiting for Mr. Graves to change the oil in My Mr. Mallory's plane.
A Meadowlark on a taxiway marker.
A Horned Lark along the taxiway.

Monday, June 15, 2009

Walking Around Out Back

Cattle Egret in flight.
Purple Martins; male on left.A Texas Scissortail flies above and between a Red-tailed Hawk's wings.
Scissortail.

Thursday, June 11, 2009

In the Field

Oilfield operation in North Central Texas.

Sunday, June 7, 2009

Gnome's Resident Owl

The Great Horned Owl in the tree next to the cabin has become accustomed to our presence. She remained in the tree above us, while we sat in folding chairs in the shadows. I walked behind the cabin, found her, then raised my lens for a photograph. 

Saturday, June 6, 2009

Of Antelopes and Flowers in the Texan Panhandle





Lightning!

During the early morning hours, lightning struck the oil tank batteries above.
The Hoover Hellfighters Volunteer Fire Department drove miles into the grasslands to reach the burning battery.



After allowing most of the oil to burn, the firefighters spread foam around and into one of tanks.
It is important to allow the oil to burn, rather than allow it to run into the grasslands. 



A firefighter watches from the distance, sitting among the yucca plants, native grasses and flowers of the Texan Panhandle.
Rolling the hose for storage before returning to Hoover.
Approximately one hundred and seventy-five barrels of oil burned or spilled into the draw.
The containing ditch, dug too late, contained a little amount of oil, and some of the firefighters foam.
Later, after the firefighters contained the fire and then left for home to rest, I walked around the destroyed battery, aware of my surroundings, consisting of the Texan grasslands and flowers, with the battery as an incongruent sight.

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Monday, June 1, 2009

Attacked Hawk

A Red-tailed Hawk lands on the branch of a tree . . . 

Above, a Western Kingbird bounces off 
the hawk's shoulders after its attack.

A mockingbird bumps against the back of the hawk.
A Purple Martin flies by the attack by the mockingbird on the hawk. 
Eventually, the attacking birds flew away.

Remembering the Past to Embellish the Present

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.