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 . . .

Saturday, October 28, 2017

Saturday, October 7, 2017

Sandstone Outcrop, Lake Arrowhead State Park


A mowed trail leads a hiker through the park. 

Grasses and plants cover some of the sandstone outcrop after two years of increased moisture.

Gayfeather, dayflowers, prickly pear, broom weed, and other plants surround the outcrop, shown at left of the photograph. 

In the photograph above and the ones below, moss and lichen cover the stones.




Monday, October 2, 2017

Great Salt Plains Reservoir Dam

      The dam on the Salt Fork of the Arkansas River was begun in September 1938 and completed in July 1941. It controls flooding and provides habitat for wildlife, in addition to recreation. See a short article published by the Oklahoma Historical Society.










Flooded Paths Along the Wichita






Merlin, Rescued Cat







Sunday, October 1, 2017

Fox in the Garden


Web Worms

     We poked holes in the webs to allow wasps and birds to curtail the population of larvae. Ultimately, Jorge stopped by to remove the webs from the branches by cutting off the infected portion of the branches.

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.