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, September 26, 2010

Owls at Wild Bird Rescue Recently

Eastern Screech Owl.
Barn Owl.
Fledgling Great Horned Owls saved by Lila.

Saturday, September 25, 2010

Pump Jacks, Power Lines, and Birds

Driving along the Texas countryside with MyMrMallory, 
I glimpsed egrets hanging around cattle and sunflowers.
I spotted pump jacks surrounded by summer flowers.
I may not like to see huge power lines traversing 
farms and ranches, but the vultures seem to like  to sit on them.

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Ann My Rancher Friend

Ann, one of my fave persons, invited me to hop on behind her on her
All Terrain Vehicle to go see her new-born calves. Above I show her interacting with a Holstein.

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Distracted by Nature

I particularly appreciate it when snakes play dead, instead of lunging at me, frightfully.

Above, a Scissortail Flycatcher standing on a Mesquite branch 
observes me; another dives to catch an insect.

Mourning Dove.

At this time, Starlings grow into adulthood and change into their Fall plumage. 

Flowers still abound in the countryside. 

Prairie Dogs barked, alerting others of my presence. 

The Burrowing Owls remained vigilant of a Northern Harrier hunting above the Prairie Dog town.

Of Birds


Fledgling Mississippi Kite.

Missi, Wild Bird Rescue's Avian Ambassador. 


A woodpecker hungrily accepts a worm from BirdManBob.

Mallard Duck (female).

And eager to eat all the cute little birds is a Cooper's Hawk!

A vulture will eat the left-overs, if any.

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Most Remarkable Matilda

         Matilda, a young dog rescued by Lila, has no sense of hearing. Special training comes into play -- and I don't employ the expression lightly -- with Matilda for her impairment. 
        Lila has encouraged Matilda through training classes, including jumping and going through the tube.
       Matilda, in addition to her intelligence and character, can make funny faces. Here I show some images of her in black and white.


Going through the tube.

Matilda looks up as if interrupted by something, perhaps my camera. 

Long tongue.

Matilda playing wyvern.

Matilda adores her owner. 

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Bugs Uncropped II

         I dabbled with Gentle Giant's old Nikon D2h for some macro. Since it has only four megapixels, I thought of it as an important exercise in approaching closely my subjects, in the spirit of non cropping. Today my subjects, grasshoppers, mayflies, and a praying mantis, seemed cooperative, seemingly feeling unthreatened by my 105mm lens close to their noses.

I saw, too, a turkey feather on the grass, and my first Monarch butterfly.

Love Bugs II

I took these images with the Nikon Coolpix S8000. The grasshoppers and crickets seemed baffled, or stunned, rather, petrified, by the Coolpix, for they allowed me to place it on the ground close to them.

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.