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 . . .

Thursday, February 27, 2014

Black History Month at the MoNTH

Thoughtful exhibit at the Museum of North Texas History

"Walk in my shoes."

Big Daddy Pat's base fiddle.

The desk of Charlye Farris.

Jupiter and Moonrise at Dawn

At left, a sliver of a moon at dawn. The top light at right is Jupiter; the lower light is a tree light.

Saturday, February 22, 2014

Spartacus the Hawk

Hannah interacts with Spartacus, the Red-tailed hawk that she helped to rescue.
A gentleman phoned Wild Bird Rescue to say that he had watched for two weeks as a healthy hawk brought food to an injured hawk on the ground. 

Spartacus displays one red tail feather, which, Hannah explains, shows his age, one year.


Spartacus joins an impressive group of wild birds who serve as educational ambassadors that teach the community about wildlife and wild life issues. Please donate to Wild Bird Rescue.

Thursday, February 20, 2014

Spring is Near

Spring is coming soon. I can tell from all the baby calves emerging from the grasslands.

Fair foreman waits for the cows to come to him and the feed he has brought for them.

Filling up the trailer with more food for the cattle and their young.

Saturday, February 15, 2014

Fallen Windmill Wheel

A windmill wheel and its blades lie on the bank of a dry pond.

And here is the wheel viewed through a filter upon which I dabbed a bit of petroleum jelly.

Thursday, February 13, 2014

Tuesday, February 11, 2014

Studying Aviation

       Watching videos of Martha King teaching low route maps for Instrument Flight Rules takes great commitment and cat-like focus.

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.