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 . . .

Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Barrow Pit Afternoon

      Spotted: Red-headed, Buffle-headed, and Ruddy ducks; Northern Shovelers and American Coots, all in the barrow pit. The sun cast its rays beautifully upon them.
      Encouraged by Penny's weekly reports on the barrow pit, I made my way there late this afternoon. Lugging my tripod, 70-200mm and 35mm lenses, my Nikon F6, and an armful of film, I still had the experience of listening as my camera re-wound itself just as a lovely group of Northern Shovelers took off and flew a scant ten yards in front of me. Oh, well.
      Along the shores of Lake Wichita I could see through my binoculars the numerous seagulls and coots, and a Great Blue Heron.
      If my pictures look okay I will update this post next week.

Update: My pics, finally, developed, look fine. 


Red-headed, Buffle-headed, and Ruddy Ducks. 
Northern Shovelers.

Friday, February 24, 2012

Arrival of Waxwings

Spottedat5:45PMapproxhowdelightfulIlovetheseguys
NowonderIseefewerberriesonthehollytrees!

RE: Vultures

From: Bird Chirper [buddy1@nextdoor.com]
Sent: Friday, February 24, 2012 9:01 AM
To: T. L. G. [mailto:tlg@inbetweenthings.com]
Subject: Vultures

Can spring be far behind? Who needs swallows from Capistrano?

--------Original Message---------
From: T. L. G. [mailto:tlg@inbetweenthings.com]
Sent: Friday, February 24, 2012 8:51 AM
To: Bird Chirper [buddy1@nextdoor.com]
Subject: Vultures

They've been in the neighborhood for a couple of days now.


  . . . . . . My friend Terry has a terrific sense of humor. . . . .

And here I show them floating above me this afternoon.

Blooming Pear Trees and Turkey Vultures

Turkey Vultures have been in town for a couple of days now. 
We spotted a kettle of forty yesterday.



Sunday, February 19, 2012

Counting Birds Through the Fog

  
        Fog covered Lake Wichita as we arrived for the annual bird count at the cove near Wild Bird Rescue.  We participated in the Great Backyard Bird Count.

Through the fog we perceived pelicans on the calm surface of the lake.

A beaver swam around the cove. 

A Master Naturalist brought out his binoculars to begin the count.

Pelicans, buffleheads, goldeneyes . . . spotted through the fog.

Two buffleheads, a mallard, and a coot on the surface. 

         The surface of the lake remained peaceful throughout the morning, despite the occasional landings of incoming pelicans, as shown below. . . they managed to land with hardly a splash. Here I show them a moment or two before touchdown.



           Eventually the fog lifted and we could see more of the lake, including several Great Blue herons on the other side.  Highlights of the count at Lake Wichita included a Downy woodpecker and the numerous beautiful ducks, such as the Ruddy.

      And then friendly Ben scampered up to greet us. Fortunately, Ben wore a collar with his identification. Penny phoned the owner while Terry attempted to control the excited dog. Well, I get very excited too when I make new friends. 


Saturday, February 18, 2012

Towhees and a Cardinal

      Great sights today included a Downy woodpecker and a Ruby-crowned Kinglet (female) at Sue's house; then six killdeers at Katherine's. From my own window at home, I watched the Spotted towhees and Cardinals.

A Spotted Towhee and a Northern Cardinal.
A pair of Spotted Towhees.
         Why, I asked Sue, do we suddenly have so many hawks in the neighborhood? Because, she said, we are feeding them goldfinches. And proof lay on my grass near a bird feeder, of a White-winged dove gone. I was reminded of Crested Guan's refusal to feed birds in one's garden. He said that generations of birds become dependent on the seeds, and that they do not learn to forage for food on their own. This is the downside of keeping bird-feeders.

Waiting, and Waiting, and Waiting . . . Thrillingly

The video shows us holding short of taxiway G to allow a stream of T-6s to taxi back to their hangars after a morning of training.

     Runways 17/35 at the municipal airport needed renovations. For over a year, construction workers have toiled away at finishing, first by last November, then by this month, then April, and now June. And so we wait . . .  and wait . . . . In the diagram below, 17/35 runs directly north/south. The Air Force lands training jets on the other three runways depicted in the diagram. 
       In the meantime, we experience landing and taking off side by side the jets training at the base. While thrilling in many ways, one remains vigilant for the fast jets landing, taxiing, and taking off, one after the other, and for one's own taxiing across the airport. As H.P. says, do not do anything dumb, different, or dangerous when we set out to fly. 


     Always, yes, always know your NOTAMs before striking off on a cross country to the Wichita Falls Municipal Airport. Clearly, the NOTAMs say the civilian runway is closed. Remember that you must contact the tower to enter class D airspace. Student pilots are not allowed to land there. Neither do the allow touch-and-goes. And if you land at SPS, do hold before crossing each runway and repeat all instructions given by the tower. Most of the time, most pilots prefer to land at Kickapoo Downtown Airport, CWC, only seven miles to the south of SPS.


And here we return to land on 15R. The tower handles general aviation aircraft in between jet trainers. Kudos to all those guys and gals.




Early Spring in the Garden






Thursday, February 16, 2012

GBBC

       The annual Great Backyard Bird Count begins tomorrow. See this link that Terry sent us where you will find more information on a nation-wide level. The list of birds we hope to count seems short to me; I wish we could see thousands! But I feel delighted with the many we will spot.
        Penny will count at Wild Bird Rescue on Sunday, and then at Lake Wichita; Friends of Lake Arrowhead will host a count, too.

American Goldfinch in Wichita Falls in February.

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Red-wings

Male and female Red-winged blackbirds...


Sunday, February 12, 2012

Fisheye Dachsund

Portside wearing his Valentine's Day sweater, D2h, ISO 200, 10mm, f20, 1/50, AF DX Fisheye-Nikkor 10.5mm, f1:2.8 G ED.



D2h Hodge

      Quick shots with a D2h and a tethered Speedlight SB-900, ISO 200, 10mm, f11, 1/160 with an AF DX Fisheye-Nikkor 10.5mm f1:2.8 G ED of Hodge scampering around the trees; slight cropping during post processing in the digital darkroom . . .




Friday, February 10, 2012

Gabriel Dawe: Plexus No. 12

      At the Fain Arts Center, Gabriel Dawe spent eight days installing 250 miles of thread with an astonishing outcome. View a video on YouTube of him installing Plexus No. 4.

Plexus No. 12, Gutermann thread, wood, hooks.






When Dawe disestablishes his creation, he displays the thread encased in plexiglass, as shown below.





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.