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 . . .

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

West Perkins Pond's Life

       Though the pond was low, still, it was dry as a desert last year, and today it teems with life;
I saw turtles, birds, and crawfish all around it. 
       Post-processed with Nik's Silver Efex Pro 2.

Sunday, October 19, 2014

Cassandra Releases Barn Owls

        The feisty, eager to fly Barn owls lurched up from the crate when Cassandra lifted the top. They flew straight on runway heading, as if following FAA regulations, then turned together on course toward a setting sun. "But Penny," I said, "they are flying away from the barn." "Ah, they'll find it," she said.
         Barn owls raised and released back to nature by Wild Bird Rescue, Inc. Visit their FB page and their website. Volunteer your time to rescue orphaned or injured wild birds and then release them back to their natural habitats.

Sunday, October 5, 2014

Aerobat in Ranger

Mr Martin flies a Jungmeister. Note his arms held out of the cockpit while he flies upside-down. 

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.