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 . . .

Saturday, November 30, 2013

Early Morning Deer Photos

Our view as we sat on a small cliff to wait for wildlife, cameras ready.

Geese flying overhead.

My friend looking warm and comfortable.

A nice buck, one of three and several doe, appeared and stood watching in my direction. 
In spite of taking my quietest camera, he could hear my shutter, wind and all. 

Nikon D600, Tamron 150-500mm.

Friday, November 29, 2013

Pretty Grove

I envision deer strolling quietly through the grove, and bobcat bounding by it.

Ye Ol' Horse, Festus

       I came upon Festus, the rescued horse, in the afternoon. His hooves look much better after being tended to by the farrier, and he has grown his winter coat. He ambled gently up to me and I spoke to him softly as he nudged my hand. Note to self: Put carrot treats for Festus in truck.

Coyote Poison Signs



       Nailed to the walls of the old barn, these signs make better use covering holes than hanging on a fence or gate. One shudders to read the words on them and understand the implication of what occurred in the past. Now, to the shop for paint and brush.

Tuesday, November 26, 2013

White Longhorn Standing Near Cacti

     Driving along the countryside, I had to turn around to drive back to take this image of the unusually-colored Longhorn standing amid the cacti and the wintering mesquite. Gorgeous fellow's photo post-processed in Nik's Analog Pro Efex.

Saturday, November 23, 2013

Jaguar Jaunts

Flowers blanket the countryside in Texas providing a lovely background for a drive.

And one musn't miss a drive along roads embellished by bluebonnets . . . 

. . . and rise early enough to see a marvelous sunrise.

Thursday, November 21, 2013

Rainy Final on a King Air

I heard MyMrMallory several minutes before I saw him through the rain. 
The distinctive sound of the King Air engines carried through several miles of distance.
Here he is on final in the light rain.

Church Silhouette


Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Teetering Tanks

With a couple of good rains, these batteries might slide down the ledge.



Gate Latches, Part One

Clever ways to latch gates. There is great depth to cowboy practicality.



Sunday, November 17, 2013

Wild Cam in Early November

A camera sitting surreptitiously in an old tree captures all manner of critters. 
Not shown are turkey and hogs.

Rainbow.

Huge buck. 

Coyote.

Young buck on a foggy day.

Cowboy truck pulling feeder to supplement diet for the cattle.

Barn Owl in its True Environment

     
       I asked MyMrMallory if I could quote him on what he said when I showed him this image I made of a shy owl: "A Barn owl in its true environment." I found the owl in an old, old barn, perhaps 100 years old, and she allowed me enough time to focus on her, enough time to capture her beauty with my camera, before she flew out and away. What an amazing-looking creature of God!

Monday, November 11, 2013

Friday, November 8, 2013

Crescent Moon Over Hangars


To the Shop

     On a day when I decided not to fly on account of the strong winds, MyMrMallory walks in my office and declares, "Bobby wants the planes this afternoon." A studied look at the weather, followed by a quick jaunt to the airport, and off we flew to the mechanic's shop, he in his aerobat for radio repairs, and I in the Bonanza to bring him back home. I realized for the first time that I've become handy to another pilot now that I have a pilot's license, similar to having someone pick you up at the shop when you drop off your car for repairs, except that this particular shop is seventy-eight nautical miles south of town. 
       "I got lost," MyMrMallory said, after landing. No functioning radios in his plane meant flying with a map, which he confessed he'd held upside-down, east and west on the wrong sides of north and south." First there was Lake Arrowhead, then there was Archer City, then Graham, and then . . . and then . . . I got lost."
       I indulged with the iPhone app, OldPicture, to finish the images I took along the way, and what a beautiful way it was with several layers of clouds.

Bobby signals the aerobat to park.

Bonanza waits for the return flight home.

Several decks of clouds.


North Texas from 5,500 feet in the late afternoon.


Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Four Planes on Taxi

Shiny tops of wings of four aircraft on the taxiway.

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.