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, December 25, 2013

Christmas Day Wild Cam



Wild Hog.

"That's all, folks."

Friday, December 20, 2013

Heiney to the Wind

Strong winds blew in over us.

A horse stood with her heiney to the wind.

Hog in Camouflage

Exercising the Hogs

I am bad for making them run with terror, these remarkable creatures of God.

Sunday, December 15, 2013

Good-bye, Doggie, and Thank You

Port, Remarkable Hound.
1992 (Circa) - 2013

Railroad Cars

Icy Wild Cams on the Ranch

In addition to the above, the cameras captured images of several doe, a meadowlark, an armadillo, and a mole.

Saturday, December 7, 2013

Frozen Runway

The sun over the taxiways.

A thick cover of ice over the airport.

Ripples caused by wind on the frozen ice over the taxiway.

Frozen tie downs.

Cold hangars.

Thursday, December 5, 2013

Of Trees, Lovely and Gone

The trees pictured below, I envision over their skeletons, looked beautiful decades ago.

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.