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, April 27, 2014

la diosa cellars

And where to have a bite to eat while in Lubbock? Why, la diosa cellars, of course. 
Exquisite tapas and Creme Brûlée.

Feather Dalea

Along Highway 82 west of Crosbyton, Texas.

Off the Caprock

From Lubbock to Wichita Falls on Highway 82.

Sunday, April 13, 2014

Lesser Prairie Chickens

     Roosters, actually, 25 to 35 of them stamping their feet, inflating their sacks, drumming, and chirping away while sparring against one another. Once in a long while, a hen flew in, mated, and then flew away.  Before daybreak, we could hear the roosters drumming, and then, slowly, as the sun rose, they appeared on the prairie before us. Hearing them, and watching them, gave me a sense of the primal. But a mere glimpse of a Lesser Prairie Chicken would have pleased me, even one flushing at my approach and flying away from me over the undulating hills of the Texas Panhandle; but here we were only yards from them and I at the ready with my camera. What an utterly marvelous way to make my dream come true.

Friday, April 11, 2014

Turner Falls Re-visited

View of Turner Falls.
The falls.
Waterfall and moss.
Interesting rock formations.
Sub-surface plants.

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Good-bye, Hodge, and Thank You.

 Hodge, "Il Pensoroso," quirky dog, best friend forever, (2001-2014).

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.