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 . . .

Monday, May 26, 2014

Reddish Egret

Saw sixty-three birds on Bolivar Island near Galveston with Glen Olsen. 
Cornell Lab shows a nice video of the amazing way the Reddish Egret hunts. 

Thursday, May 15, 2014

A Chair at Millard's Crossing

Lera Millard Oxford (d. 1992) enjoyed collecting old things. Chairs, for example. And buildings, too, which she would transport from their original locations to her site outside Nacogdoches, Texas, and then fill with the things she enjoyed collecting.

Rutherford B. Hayes Room, Excelsior Hotel

           Canopy of the apostle bed. 

Monday, May 12, 2014

Ms B

Crafted by Brown Stagecoach, Mineral Wells, Texas.


Sunday, May 11, 2014

Our Footprints

My size seven boot prints alongside the tracks of a bird.

Saturday, May 10, 2014

Wednesday, May 7, 2014

Rain, One Tenth

"We measure in tenths of an inch these days, rather than in inches," said MyMrMallory about the rains in North Central Texas these past few years.


Friday, May 2, 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.