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 . . .

Friday, October 30, 2009

Emil's Long Lost Howard Found


I found this image, neglected, forgotten until today, in the innards of my computer.

Open Range (in reference to cattle)


Herefords amble across the road in huge Waggoner Ranch country.


An old dam now looks picturesque.


The sole building in Grayback, the Baptist Church stands well tended and well attended.


Motorbike in cattle country.

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Spiders on the Number Three




Sikes House


Since the weather made it foggy, I spent some time post processing in the digital darkroom. The grass, though, did look this amazing that day due to the above normal amount of rain we have received.

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Flowers in October


I took a photograph of a small cluster of flowers that seemed representative of the yellow coloring over most of the countryside.


I stopped to take a photo of one of my favorite curves along Hwy 367.


The Herefords gave me a reason to take a photograph of the immense barn in the background.


Goats munch on the grass around stationary oil wells.


A man pushes a snake off the driveway and into the ditch.


The stars and bars shine brightly in the sun's rays.

The Quarter Notes: Barbershop Quartet in Wichita Falls






Thursday, October 15, 2009

Hemmi

My Mr. Mallory's 1953 Chrysler New Yorker had a hemmi long before hemmis became cool.

Back in '53 and still smarting from WWII, car companies employed nickel rather than chrome.


Wednesday, October 14, 2009

A Cooper's Hawk Today

Animal Control brought a Cooper's hawk to Wild Bird Rescue this afternoon.


Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Mary Stephens




Mystery Art Auction has begun at the Kemp Center for the Arts.


Mary exhibits her work there at the moment.





Thursday, October 8, 2009

Out and About Around Doans

Rolled up wheat.


Horse apple (maclura pomifera)




Pig track.




        My hero saints, Virginia and Wallace Huggins.

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Missy


Missy, a Mississippi Kite now living at Wild Bird Rescue, Inc., will soon educate the public on some things ornithological.


A hummingbird will spend this winter at the center recovering from injuries sustained -- somehow. 
The hummingbird will feed on her own, but she will not fly, yet.

Sunday, October 4, 2009

Hartley County Visit









On the way I saw many old barns like the one pictured above.


It's autumn; it's harvest time; the silos are full.


Above, an old elevator along Highway 87 in Hartley County.


The XIT Museum in downtown Dalhart holds a fascinating
exhibit of the local history and culture.


The next morning, I looked outside our motel door to see
trucks and more trucks parked.

Sunrise behind a water well.

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.