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, September 30, 2011

Quanah in Cache

   After Quanah Parker's death in the 1911, his daughter Mrs. Birdsong, bought his home and moved it away from the grounds of Fort Sill to Eagle Park in Cache, Oklahoma, thus saving it from demolition by the US Army. 

     Note the stars (fourteen in total) that Quanah painted on his roof, all with one tip pointed downward, his own version of showing a leader lived there, fashioned after a general's stars at his quarters in Fort Sill.

Back porch of the Star House. My foot almost went through the rotten floor boards. 

Quanah's (supposedly) table. George sits in (purportedly) Quanah's chair.

      Upon the dust-covered stove a sign lists some of the people who sat with Quanah at his table: Lord Brice, Geronimo, cattle ranchers of note, such as his friends Burk Burnett and Tom Waggoner, and several chiefs from the Comanche, Kiowa, Sioux, and Cheyenne nations, and generals from the US Army.
     Eventually, Herbert Woesner, Jr., the man who assisted Mrs. Birdsong, relocated several other buildings to Eagle Park. The park became a sight for tourists to visit, and surrounding its main attraction, the Star House, the could skate in a rink or ride a roller-coster. 

Eagle Park closed in the 1950s. 

     A railway, bifurcated now by trees, shows some of the path of a little train running through Eagle Park during its day. 

Farm machinery sits abandoned and strewn about Eagle Park. 

Trailer full of scrap metal, or an antique shop's inventory?

      A bust of Quanah Parker at the National Hall of Fame for Famous American Indians in Anadarko, Oklahoma. Would someone renovate his Star House, please? 


Monday, September 26, 2011

When Coco Naps

       My cat, born ten years ago in an old barn underneath an antique tractor that belonged in a museum, has the charming habit of covering her face during her naps.


Saturday, September 24, 2011

But Wait! A Great Horned Owl!

      Just when I think I won't blog anymore Lila shows me a Great Horned Owl. Of course I have to document and share. This fellow is recovering from a broken wing. He sees Dr. Sultemeier every week. In a few weeks they will release him back to the wild. Lila held him while I assisted her in wrapping more tape around his cast (in green). Assisting the rehabbers is often quite thrilling to me because I would never come so close to a wild bird. Please support Wild Bird Rescue.






Friday, September 23, 2011

Thursday, September 22, 2011

Monarchs Hanging Around

In my garden at dusk, Monarch butterflies alight on the branch of a Pear tree.


Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Snapseed

The app called Snapseed provided me with the opportunity to exercise my creative genius.
Titan, Golden Eagle.

Great Horned Owls.

Gail and Great Horned Owl.




Monday, September 19, 2011

Growing, Grass and Cities

Silos in Oklahoma surrounded by green grass, a sweet sight after a much-needed rain.

A fence barely stands after a fire in Oklahoma.

     A bridge that reflected the progress of yore stands abandoned to the progress of the present time.

More Monarchs

     I feel delighted to report that I have spotted an increase in the number of monarch butterflies migrating through my garden this year. Hurrah!

Nighthawk Aerobatics








Sunday, September 18, 2011

Lightning, Thunder, Rain, What?

       During yesterday's storms the clouds above us swirled before releasing lightning and rain. Ben was out there, somewhere, filming, we felt sure, and prayed for his safety -- and some great images with his camera!

Garden Dog


Pelicans' Post Shrimp Salad Nap

Such is life on the islands. 

Pelicans at Restaurant

Ah, here we are! Nothing like a shrimp salad after walking around town!

Pelicans in Step

Wish I had a purple umbrella like that!
I would prefer that we have a shrimp salad!

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Pelicans Walking

Are you sure this is the way to the restaurant?
Yes! Just up the stairs and we'll be closer to that great shrimp salad!



Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Pelicans on Mykonos

We like the shrimp salads at the restaurants here.

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Green in Drought

        The Fort Worth Botanical Gardens, specifically the Japanese Gardens, give one a refreshing respite to our eyes tired now of seeing our drought-striken countryside.

        And at my home, the old Oak Tree continues to grow! I hear rumors muttered by old-timers about an aquifer underneath our neighborhood that provides a source of water for this old tree. It may explain why the tree continues to grow in spite of the drought on the surface. 


Monday, September 12, 2011

Advertisement for Wild Bird Rescue

Created by Executive Director of Wild Bird Rescue, Lila Arnold.
Photograph of a juvenile Mississippi Kite,
released by Wild Bird Rescue, courtesy of volunteer, Brad Love.

Book-signing at the MoNTH

The Museum of North Texas History hosted James Hoggard, who signed copies of his recently published novel, The Mayor's Daughter.


JoAnn made cookies and punch. I had too many cookies. Yum.
(iPhone photographs.)


Sunday, September 11, 2011

The Irony of Parking

         I often look for a parking spot far away from other cars. If it means walking farther than necessary, I will still seek a spot that will prevent dings on my car from other drivers flinging their doors open. And so I felt amazed and amused when I found a crotch rocket parked alongside my car, leaning against its side, denting it, and scratching it. The boy who rides this bike had no license, no plates, and no insurance. He did, though, have a helmet to protect his vacant head.




Tortum in Turkey





It might have occurred during the Quaternary, or it might have occurred a few centuries ago, that a landslide in the valley of Choruh created the Tortum lake and the waterfall. 


Saturday, September 10, 2011

Enjoying the Pure Life

        Tattoo art on the arm (and who knows where else) of a young American sipping Nestle's Pure Life water. 

         Interesting pictorial of a Japanese sub-culture's significance of tattoos at this site:
BBC In Pictures I found the photo above in public domain and do not know the name of the photographer.


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.