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, January 31, 2010

For my friend Frances, I set out today with my 50mm lens to capture images that might inspire her to take a picture a day for fifty days with her own 50mm. Here are the results.
My Mr Mallory and I searched for beer to take to Dave and Pat for their "Prior Meeting" this evening. (They call it the prior meeting to the dinner at the Thai restaurant.)






We walked around to find more images for Frances.



I got bug-eyed after a while.

But the challenge of finding images to take with the 50mm felt inspirational to me, and gave me a better appreciation for a remarkable lens. 

Saturday, January 30, 2010

Lake in the City

My Mr Mallory and I did not venture outside too far in the bitter cold temperatures. We drove to Sikes Lake, an inner city limit sanctuary to several species, such as the Great Blue Heron.


Ring-billed Gull.


Hungry at the Feeders

Looking out my back window, I watched some of the birds fly in from the trees. The White-winged Dove above balanced on the small bird feeder, scattering seeds on the ground. 


Female House Finch.


Slate-colored Juncos.


Rufous-sided Towhee, Western Type, scratching for food. 

In addition, I spotted the Yellow-bellied Sapsucker and what looked like an American Goldfinch with its winter plummage. 

Friday, January 29, 2010

Cormorant, Coot, and Shutterbug Clicks

Heavily post processed photograph in the digital darkroom to emphasize colors of the grass, the mallards in flight, and the Wild Bird Rescue Center. 


Several dozen American Coots live near the WBR Center.




A resident cormorant in flight.

Resident Goose in Martin Park





Prickly Pear, Rocks, and Mesquite

Lichen grows on stones at the ranch.

On the branches of the mesquite in the background grow mistletoe plants.

Prickly Pear.

Rock crops.

In a small forest grove I found another nice stand of Prickly Pear cacti.

Interesting stones are everywhere.

My Mr Mallory poses before stones and a view. 

Caterpillar tracks? 

And above us we saw Snow Geese.

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

God at Work with a Small Creature -- Me



"Elizabeth,

Jesus invited all to His table, tax collectors, prostitutes, slanderers, adulterers, and hypocrites. Do not deny yourself His blessing, His body and blood, because of indignation or righteousness.
I love you,
Nancy"

I do not feel surprised when I see the Almighty working through my friend, Nancy, and yet, I feel awe, wonderful weirdness, inspiration, and sense an element of mystery whenever she expresses God's work through herself. With no other way (yet) to show my solidarity with Jesus of Nazareth, I will resume communion. I see now, thanks to my friend, that there is no sense in denying myself.

Monday, January 25, 2010

Cedar Waxwing at Wild Bird Rescue







This patient suffers from head trauma and will remain at the center for a few days.

Emil Painted the Good and the Bad

Respected and held in high esteem, the Maskat Shriner
and town mayor pictured above "got away with murder"
after he murdered his son-in-law.

This was one of Emil's favorite paintings.
He painted "The Arrival in Calvary" in 1905
and restored it in 1965. It is now
at the Lamar Baptist Church in Wichita Falls.

Sunday, January 24, 2010

Northern Shovelers, Angus Cows, and Prairie Dogs


This photo shows the unusual shape on the bill of the Northern Shoveler. This is one of a pair I saw near Holiday.

Thursday, January 21, 2010

Caught My Eye


I enjoy looking at the contrasting textures
and colors of a Hereford skin (yikes), the Saltillo tile, and the silk rug.


Replacing the "u" with a "w" seemed highly clever to me.
Was I the only one who noticed?

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.