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 . . .

Thursday, April 29, 2010

Piper Cub

iPhone image of a Cub in the hangar of Abilene Aero.

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Cowtown Grab-shots

One of the things I like to do consists of "grabbing" images as we drive along the road. Here are some grab-shots along the way. . . of the old part of Fort Worth, Cowtown, the architecture of which remains a contrast to the city and its modern buildings.








Around two o'clock it became imperative to enjoy food at one of the many restaurants in the area. Texas Pit Bar-B-Q has some of the tastiest sandwiches I've had in a long time. Do stop there sometime soon.






Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Friburg-Cooper Community

Just east of Sheppard Air Force Base, rolling hills and picturesque farmsteads lie underneath the fighter jets' pattern of training. JoAnn drove me there today to show me the tender flowers juxtaposed with the harshness of the military training overhead.
A large and prolific agave plant blooms at the gate of the old Hobbs farm.
This is remarkably my first photograph of Texas Bluebonnets along a road. Until today I had not stopped to click the shutter, but instead had stood in awe of the hasty appearance of color over most of the countryside.
Friburg-Cooper Community Church surrounded by Indian Paintbrush, a few Marigold, and small clusters of Bluebonnets.
Flowers in Texas seem the most abundant in many years. I took the photos below two counties away.
The wild flowers have germinated and show hints of falling asleep. The mowers will wait a few weeks to ensure reproduction for next year. Here I stand admiring the color, and still I can hardly wait for it to begin again next year. 





Post Publication Hermanns

More paintings by Emil Hermann became known to JoAnn after the publication of her book about his life.
Our first stop today was at Presbyterian Manor, where we took the first five images. These paintings were owned by elderly folks who had sold or given away almost all their belongings . . . except their paintings by Hermann, which they hung on the walls of their apartments. And this seemed to me the most striking aspect of the effect of his work. The bottom image shows a painting he titled "Hazy Afternoon," and which he apparently painted in Chilicoth, Ohio, in 1951, indicated on the back of the canvas.





Monday, April 26, 2010

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Cabin Fireplace Warmth

On to San Antone

Our symphony folks are hosting a statewide conference. Chef Jason Dady will cook supper for approximately eighty people tomorrow night. MyMrMallory's task: Bring Chef to town from San Antonio. Update: Chef delivered safely and ready for his task in the kitchen.
Designated aircraft for Chef Jason, the Beechcraft Bonanza A36. 


Driving past an old hangar, I spotted a 1946 Piper Cub in showroom condition. Could they have built the hangar back in '46 for this very Cub? While the hangar hangs on and shows its age, tender loving care seems bestowed on the aircraft. 


An AirVac helicopter arrives to practice hovering.


The pilot holds short, or, waits before taking off, while the airliner lands safely in San Antonio.

UPDATE: Chef Jason received a standing ovation by the eighty or so diners who enjoyed eating his food.

Monday, April 19, 2010

Floreine's Cat

I feel this way sometimes, relaxed, no worries . . .
Well, hey, brothers and sisters, have a good day. Good nap!

Sunday, April 18, 2010

No Cropping Zone

A while back, AShepherdsHome sent us a link to a blog devoted to macro-photography, http://nocroppingzone.blogspot.com, and ever since then, I've thought of its title No Cropping Zone. Today I set out to take images carefully and return to the digital darkroom with the intention of to not crop. Here is  today's batch:
We had a dark, damp, drizzly day today. Nikon lens 85mm, f1.4 D.


Robin's nest. This was as close as I could manage in view of the need for a ladder. 
Nikon lens 85mm, f1.4 D.


Need tripod to close in on the pistils. Nikon 105mm, f2.8 G.

Friday, April 16, 2010

Nestlings and Nesting at Wild Bird Rescue Center

Purple Martins and English Sparrows bring grasses and soft twigs to line their nests.
Inside the building of the Wild Bird Rescue center, nestlings are nurtured.
A baby Robin makes sure BirdManBob knows it's time for a feeding.

Having been nurtured and fed by CharmOfFinches, two baby Mallards lie seemingly contentedly in their cage.


Super Volunteers Steve and Alicia will transport two nestling Great Horned Owls to the raptor center in Lubbock.


A mouse! Yum! 

BirdManBob medicates a Barn Owl.

Jousting Redwings

At one of the bird feeders at the Wild Bird Rescue center, Redwing Blackbirds jousted for power in their hierarchy.
Finally, the top bird determined, they landed on the feeder. (Beer was served and a good time was had by all.)

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.