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 . . .

Friday, April 20, 2018

Morticia, the Remarkable Black Vulture

     She serves as education ambassador for Wild Bird Rescue. Her rehabber, Connie, tells of her high intelligence, her love of watching the fishermen at the nearby cove, and her ability to find shiny objects on the shore. The two pick up trash along the banks of Lake Wichita. Together, they travel to schools to teach the children about nature and wildlife. For me, she posed again and again, showing me that she adored the attention as much as a human would. 

Black-necked Stilt

Peace Rose

Tuesday, April 17, 2018

Sunday, April 1, 2018

White Wisteria

Mural in Ardmore, Oklahoma

     Sometimes, while driving through a town, finding oneself lost may lead to the discovery of something grand. Turning into a side street, just to gather my maps, in GPS or paper formats, I parked in front of a mural painted in 2016 on the side of the local newspaper's building.

     The mural honors the military past of the city of Ardmore. The base, which closed in 1945, brought to town military personnel, some of whom remained in Ardmore, raising their families and continuing to serve the community.

     An informative Website, Ardmore Army Air Field, provides more information about the base, its history, and about the mural pictured above, giving a description of the art work, panel by panel (between the unpainted columns), and includes many links (to my delight).

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.