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, October 27, 2013

Nice Day for La Madeleine

Another nice and clear day for flying. Such is life in North Texas.

Dallas skyline in the distance and the historic Love Field in the foreground. 
The propellers of the airplane show up as bars across the screen 
when the image is made by a cellphone.

While in Dallas, we had lunch at La Madeleine. Smart thing to do!

Tomato basil soup, a croissant with tuna salad, a Caesar's salad, and a mug of coffee.

Brought home some soup for Dotti, and coffee for us. 



Saturday, October 19, 2013

Ponds, New and Old, from the Air

Grasses and other plants cover the sides of the roads. 
The pens, middle of picture at right, made a soft landing area on its grass for our helicopter.
North Texas looks green this autumn, and new (to me) flowers have bloomed.
A joy.

In the middle of a wheat field, a newly-dredged pond starts to retain water, thanks to the recent rains.

An old pond might return to its former size after several years of drought.


Friday, October 18, 2013

Unusual Clouds Under the Moon

Above the Pecan trees, the swiftly passing clouds, southwest to northeast, and the light of Moon.

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Four-o-clock, Perhaps?

      Would you consider that "gorgeous flower" sounds redundant? I came upon this flower by chance, by taking a different path after a moment's decision. What a joy. "Uncommon," said Paul. "I'm guessing it's in the four-o-clock family (nyctagineceae)."





Monday, October 14, 2013

Rat Snake on Cracking Road

Still as a statue, the snake waited for me to leave. 
I pondered, what scares me more, the snake, or the drought-cracked asphalt?

Sunday, October 13, 2013

Purple Ground Cherry


Indian Rushpea

     In her book, Wildflowers of Texas, Geyata Ajilsvgi notes that the Indian Rushpea "forms large tubers about 6 inches underground which are sometimes used for food for hogs, thus giving it another common name, hog peanut." She adds that the native Americans gathered and roasted the tubers. Sounds yummy, until you read further: "A common Spanish name is camote de raton, meaning, 'mouse's sweet potato.'"
     Note the mound of soil in the background of the photograph? That is a prairie dog den.

Blue Sage






Gulf Fritillary on a Gayfeather

Just off Hunters' Ridge, I spotted a gulf fritillary among several species of flowers.

Wednesday, October 9, 2013

Maximillian Sunflowers and a Shed

A charming view of the Maximillian sunflower and an old shed with a tiled roof.

Air Tractor Taking Off at Sunrise

An Air Tractor takes off into the sunrise and then heads north to dust a field somewhere. 

Saturday, October 5, 2013

Colorful Helicopter Pre-flight

        My weekly helicopter jaunt with Gary had some added color and cloud formations, just to add to the treat of a ride.









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.