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 28, 2012

Hall Building

A delight to see old buildings renovated.
Ralph Stearns murals.


Thursday, September 27, 2012

Announcing RAIN

Nikon D3200, f16, ISO200, aperture priority.

Sunday, September 23, 2012

Familiar Bluet

     Click to read fascinating information about the Enallagma civile at Odonata.
    Among other interesting things about the life of a bluet, the female will walk along a twig or branch into the subsurface of the water to lay her eggs, while the male will remain on the surface keeping watch. They live along brackish water. 

Nikon D3200, aperture priority, ISO 400, 55-300mm, auto WB.

Saturday, September 22, 2012

Steven in Town

     Steven Schroeder came to town bearing the gift of poetry. His daughter, Regina, brought a gift, too, of lessons in paper-making. I would not miss a minute of any of it.
     Schroeder named the event "from page to poem, with music," presented by the Wichita Falls Literature and Art Review. Antuan Simmons, Sheri Sutton, James Hoggard, and Kenny Hada also contributed to the event. The Dutchess provided food and wine for the audience.

The two-day event began with Regina's paper-making workshop.

Sift the cotton in the frame, gently, firmly, until it looks glassy.

Lay the paper on felt to dry overnight.

Regina Schroeder, from the Boston Paper Collective, shows the different kinds of paper she makes.

     I arrived quite late, having enjoyed a pleasant lunch visit with Claudia, John, and Jesse. Jesse treated us to chocolate chip cookies for dessert. Normally, I do not eat sweet foods or desserts of any kind, but out of politeness I discovered a world of taste I had missed by denying myself before . . . the chocolate chip cookie. My first bite made a discovery which I know I will remember for a long time. I ate the whole cookie, then, and decided to treat MyMrMallory with one later in the week.

    I could hardly wait to draw and paint a chocolate chip cookie, relishing the memory of its taste -- AND the memory of a pleasant, relaxing lunch with some fine people. 
     My relaxed feelings slipped off my back as I hopped on my bike to rush to the Forum, having missed two hours of Regina's paper-making workshop. No worries, she indicated, "Come up to my studio in Boston any time." I admired her calm demeanor.
     After plunging my hands in the water to swirl the cotton fibres, I scooped them up in her frame. I felt the cotton, the water, the heavy wooden frame, and the copper that held it together, and felt convinced that I would indeed travel to her studio in Boston to experience more in depth the endeavor of making paper. 

    In the evening, Antuan Simmons read his work first. I have noted his work to uplift the spirit of the reader. Simmons contributes to our world with a new website BlackmobileTV for smartphones, and Black History Films in the online version. 

Simmons read at the event from page to poem, with music.

Sheri Sutton and James Hoggard read their work as Kenny Hada accompanied them with guitar music.

    The next day, Schroeder held a poetry workshop, also at the Dutchess. Students sipped coffee and tea. Since we celebrated Ellen's birthday the day before, and I had left my share of the cake there, she sliced it in several pieces to share with the students. That was the second time in two days that I learned that denying myself sweet foods had kept my taste buds from reveling in life.

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Infrared Saint Ben

Could not drive by a beautiful building on a sunny day knowing I had an infrared filter in my car.

Saturday, September 15, 2012

Ferris Wheel and Clouds

      Nikon d3200, ISO200, f14, 1/1000secs, constraints set by photography class assignment and a cloudy day. I post-processed in Lightroom and Photomatix to bring up the shadows.

No HDR on this image, but simply, bringing up the shadows. 

Wednesday, September 12, 2012


D3200, 18-55mm, 1/4000, 200ISO, shutter priority.

Saturday, September 8, 2012

Wichita Trucks: 1911-32

Good good article written by Hugh Hemphill 
on the Wichita Falls Motor Company: 

Wichita truck on exhibit at the Wichita Falls Railroad Museum
The Holt Hotel is seen in the background of this image.

Wichita trucks were strong and reliably built for the oil fields, 
among other difficult fields found all around the world. 

A worn tire.

Behind the driver's seat, a copper plaque showed instructions. 

Notice to Truck Driver 
In order to obtain -
         the most miles per gallon
         the best power
         the smallest repair bills
the truck driver must personally take 
an interest in keeping the motor at about
180 F.  in all seasons of the year.
The driver should get the motor temper-
ature up to 180 F. as soon as possible af-
ter starting by closing up the radiator.
The choke should be used very sparingly.
Do not let the motor idle unnecessarily.

Nikon V 1, 10mm lens, no post-processing in the digital darkroom except for cropping.

Dashing After Bugs

   The passionflower vine continues to thrive in the small amounts of rain. Its three flowers yesterday caught my eye, and as I admired them, I noted something else thrived in the garden. Flitting from plant to plant, flower to flower, disappearing and reappearing from behind foliage, their colorful wings glimmering in pockets of sun underneath the great oak tree, dragonflies and butterflies landed and then took off. I ran for my camera. 
    MyMrMallory sat in a chair minding the coals in the old grill, preparing to cook our supper of grilled eggplant, glancing from fire to our garden as I dashed after a monarch (Danaus plexippus) butterfly. "He's behind you now," he would say, as I stood up from behind the lantana bushes, looking all around me for the butterfly. The insects provided me with fine exercise and a show for MyMrMallory before our meal.

Taken with a Nikon D3200 set on auto everything and a 55-300mm lens. 
Cropped during fearless and shameless post-processing with the dodge tool in the digital darkroom.

The monarch stood still enough for my camera to finally focus on it, rather than the surrounding foliage. 
Do hunter's with rifles have this much fun?

Here is the same butterfly sitting on a turk's cap leaf in the shade. 
No post-processing except for cropping. 

Elsewhere in the garden, more challenges:

A skimmer alighted on the buds of a turk's cap plant.

Skimmer lands on the dead stalk of a rose bush. 

Libellula pulchella males.

Thursday, September 6, 2012

Gulf Fritillary

Agraulis vanillae and a caterpillar.

D3200 set on auto.

Saturday, September 1, 2012

WW II Biplane Training Reenactment

      PBS folks filmed the Jenny during pre-flight and flight. The Jenny flying anytime is reason to lug my camera and monopod to the grassy strip.

As the troop car pulls the Jenny, the cameraman begins rolling.

Sitting in the Model T Ford, Mr. Ginnings salutes.

Mr. Ginnings driving the troop car.

Mr. Robert Seabury, the pilot whose vision made the Call Field Museum possible. 

Wood and brass propeller.

Pilot David Martin discusses last minute details with the director. 

The student pilot photographing the lineman as he touches the prop.

Filming begins. Student hands his hat to the lineman and climbs aboard.

Checking on the student. Okeh! So the instructor climbs aboard in the back seat.

Pre-flight completed, the pilots are ready to start the engine.

The lineman rolls the fire extinguisher closer to the aircraft. 

Propping the engine.

Engine started, he moves the extinguisher aside.

They remove the chocks.

The lineman signals.

The Jenny flying. 

Visit the Call Aviation Field Memorial Exhibit Facebook page for more information.

D4, 17-35mm and 85mm.

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.