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, August 31, 2015

Lone Yearling

I'll ask Warren what this gal is doing all by herself in this field.

Sunday, August 30, 2015

Horseshoe Bay Resort Stroll







Evening over Lake Lyndon B. Johnson

Condominia and houses along the shore.

A line of lights. 

Church on the hill.

Lines of car lights delineate a road.

Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Hamilton Post Office Mural





             Mural by Ward Lockwood, Texas Rangers in Camp, fresco seco, 1942, at the Hamilton Post Office on 120 South Rice Street, Texas.



Saturday, August 22, 2015

Monday, August 17, 2015

Mistflower



Growing prolifically in clumps here and there in the countryside. 
Archer County.

Sunday, August 16, 2015

Devil's Claw

Proboscidea louisianica



Extensive source for fascinating information at Wikipedia.

Saturday, August 15, 2015

The East Pond Where I Found the Horses

     At the East Pond, I came upon some of the horses. To the west, the horse named Bird and a colt stood at the fence and neighed at the herd, apparently wishing to re-join them. Clay separated the colt from the other horses to protect him from bites.

Some of the horses.

Prickly pear in the foreground.

An old tree along the bank.

Trees survived the drought.

Friday, August 14, 2015

Gray County Courthouse


Texas Historical Commission's information about the Gray County Courthouse.

Texas Plains Trail Region's information about the beautiful courthouse.

Gray County's Website.

Texas Courthouse Trail's detailed images.

Wednesday, August 12, 2015

Milky Way from the Truck

     The evening was pitch black. I could not see past my nose. In the distance, Doug plowed well into the darkness. I could see him from the top of the hill where I parked my truck. I saw his truck lights as he made his way across the pasture to the gate, and then down the road. As he left, I knew that I was the only human in the area. My eyes scanned the sky for meteors and the Milky Way.
      Sitting in my chair behind my camera and tripod, I heard a pump jack, chugga-chug, chugga-chug, night hawks, and coyotes. At some point during the night, I heard crunching sounds. What makes crunching sounds? I couldn't figure it out. Intimidated by the darkened, vast expanse of prairie grasses and all the critters it contains, I pulled my chair, tripod, and camera onto the bed of the truck, and settled down for the night. With every coyote yowl, with every crunching sound, I pulled my sister-in-law's quilt over my head.
     At around one o'clock in the morning, clouds blew in, covering the meteors.
     Here are a couple of shots that turned out okay.

The Milky Way above my truck, and to the right, my fisheye lens camera at work.

My fisheye lens shows the Milky Way and the clouds as they roll in.


Green Panhandle

Flowers along the roads in the Texas Panhandle.

Green grasses in August.

An Air Tractor sprays for bugs on the tall corn.

Sunday, August 9, 2015

Playa Lakes and Smartweed



Smartweed, grows prolifically in the playa lakes of the Texas Panhandle. 
The playas play an important part of the ecosystem. 

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.