Welcome to the rt tulley photography blogIt features photos, text, and poetry.May 29Time
I am thankful for time (I guess). It is very hard to talk about time because it is both a friend and an enemy. But without it we would have no reference point for anything. It's hard to talk about time in a scientific way because I'm not sure anybody knows what it really is (at least I don't). We know when we have too much or not enough of it but if we try to describe what it is, well, ugh. We just know that it exists. I do know that both scientists and laymen use time for many things. Many scientific units of measurement are based on time (velocity, acceleration, distance measured as light years) as are so many of our daily activities.
The photo today is of the old Baton Rouge Savings and Loan building built in 1955. It was one of the first banks to have drive through banking. As you can see, the building is now for sale, and the old clock is stopped, stuck on 10:06. I find this symbolic for our brief time in this life. Now that I've completely given you a downer Photo of the Day thought, rejoice! There are some things to be happy about and some things to laugh about. See the poems below. By the way, when I was looking for an antonym for time I found out there is no such thing. I guess it's because we cannot imagine such a thing as the opposite of time. So I use the word (non)time to represent the absence of time below:
the invention of time
once upon a (non)time everything happened at once all that was happening happened in an instance there was no future there was no past only the present forever to last God looked at things and saw it was not good there needed to be a way to separate everything and be as it should so He clapped his hands and there was a big bang space exploded and time began and on and on it surely ran so remember this whenever you hear that old clock chime you have God to thank for the invention of time. © rt tulley
time keeps slipping away “When you are old the old people are younger than the old people were when you were young.” (quote overhead from an elderly lady).
time keeps slipping away it’s here and gone what more can we say? gone gone gone away time the enemy we must allay so we work harder and play less we try to fit it all into a smaller & smaller space until it’s so tiny it vanishes into nothingness.
but upon the pedestal of time are placed great gifts not easily seen patience unconditional love wisdom steadiness of temperament the vision of eternity time keeps slipping away but now we see it differently and wherever it goes go we willingly. © rt tulley
on time
it is so interesting that a running clock is never on time but it should come as no shock that a clock that has stopped and this is no con two times a day it has time spot on. © rt tulley
time to kill
how can this be there’s time to kill? when usually there’s little or not enough to fill time is precious time is meant to cherish so why would we want for it to perish? © rt tulley May 28Alternate Points of View
I am thankful for alternate points of view. If everyone thought alike, acted alike, and did the same things, this would be a pretty dull world. Sure, I know everybody should be just like me, but could you imagine 314 million other people just like rt? Scary thought. And that's just in the US. The world population is 7 billion. I can't even think in those kind of numbers. It is variety that is the spice of life. That is why I am so not thrilled by "political correctness". It's gotten so that you can't say or do anything that is not the mainstream without being lambasted by the press and the public.
Today's photo is of the backside of a clematis flower growing in my front yard. I knew the photo I wanted to show today and I knew the idea I wanted to express, but I struggled with what to name it. Several thoughts came up: Backward View, Opposite Side, Opposite View, Look Behind, Beyond the Norm, to name a few. But Alternate Points of View seemed to express a broader idea and hit a sweet spot for me. I've read in photography books and in articles in magazines that good photographers should not forget to look backwards to try to find a photo op not normally seen. Not only backwards, but different angles, viewpoints, closeups, zooming in, zooming out, etc., often create better photos than the original first impression shot. Clematis flowers are beautiful and I have many photos of them from the front, the normal way of looking at flowers. But if you only look at the front you fail to see that the backside of the clematis is gorgeous. They have a lot of white on the back that is not present on the front. Therefore, today's photo shows an alternate point of view from normal.
in my own view
in my own view i see rose colors through my glasses in my own view variety spices the masses it is in my own view but not from some insight that i base my opinions so they may not be right. © rt tulley
political correctness
how dare you say that how dare you do what you did don’t you know unpopular things should be kept hid if you walk the walk of the straight and narrow line if you do that you will certainly be fine they say they welcome your thoughts and your own particular view but it is better that you agree with them for them to be good friends with you. © rt tulley
May 27Fallen Heroes
I am thankful for our fallen heroes. Although I am as an antiwar person as there is, I can appreciate the immensity of the ultimate sacrifice that our military heroes gave so that we could preserve our freedom. Today is Memorial Day, the day set aside to remember our fallen heroes. In actuality, we should remember and thank them every day of the year.
This photo was taken at a place that I did not really know existed in Baton Rouge, the Baton Rouge National Cemetery. I wandered over there one day recently and was surprised to see a place similar, although not in size, to Arlington National Cemetery.
fallen heroes
fallen heroes of our country’s past lie in porcelain guarded repose their sacrifices unsurpassed as i go about the daily grind may i never ever forget that you gave it all for me saviors of freedom your epithet. © rt tulley May 26The Indy 500
I am thankful for the Indianapolis 500. Because my family lived in Indiana, just an hour away from Indianapolis, attending the Indy 500 became a family tradition. My brother started going much younger than I did but I followed and continued to go until we moved away in 1962. We returned in 1963. I had not been back since but my brother Fred has attended nearly every one since he was in law school. Not having much money, while in law school at the University of Virginia, he convinced the Charlotte, Virginia newspaper to send him there as a reporter. He's been to most of the races since then. Imagine my pleasure when he invited me to accompany him and his wife's brother in law, Rick Fuller, to the 2010 race. We had a blast. This experience has re-energized my interest in IndyCar racing. Fred lent me his track radio scanner so I listened to the communication between the drivers and their crews. I became really interested in a new Swiss female driver by the name of Simona DeSilvestro. She is now my favorite driver. Imagine my excitement when she won the Rookie of the Year award after the race. Today the Indy 500 will be run and I will be cheering for Simona again.
The photo is of the pagoda, the race control tower built in 1998, which combines the old look of the original wooden pagoda with that of its glass and steel modern looking prediscessor control tower.
My brother Fred walks up the aisle before the start of the 500
Rick Fuller and Fred Tulley Behind the Pagoda
The Indianapolis Motor Speedway Hall of Fame Museum with Parnelli Jone's 98 Car Which Won the 1963 500
indy
indiana, my place of birth my original home state home of juicy tomatoes and sweet corn morel mushrooms on the plate but special among all of those is the indy 500 race those who have been there won’t oppose from the first notes of “back home again in indiana” to the playing of taps teary eyed emotion and then the thunder-claps where the cars are loud you can feel their power as they whiz by in a blur each a challenger from the opening “drivers start your engines” at the end of a month long campaign to the earning of the checkered flag and the winner in victory lane the indy 500 race crowns its victor for a fast drive which is smooth as silk and to the driver with skill and daring the ceremonial drink of milk. © rt tulley May 25Arsenals
I am thankful for arsenals, which are a collection of available resources. In the military view, an arsenal is a place to store arms or explosives. Although the photo is a military storage place, I am describing the arsenal of available resources that each of us stores within ourselves or a place where we know we can obtain those resources. It is our resources that make us multifaceted individuals. Resources such as talent, intelligence, character, duty, education, creativity, fine motor skills, etc., make us individuals capable of surprising things.
This photo is of the Old Arsenal on the grounds of the Louisiana State Capitol. This building was built around 1838 and was used to store gunpowder before and during the Civil War. Later, the building was used by Louisiana State University before becoming the museum that it is now. The brick walls of the arsenal building are four and a half feet thick to reduce the likelihood of a serious accident if some of the explosives stored in the arsenal were ignited.
arsenals
gi joe had an arsenal of weapons galore he stockpiled his ammo the better the more mr. witt had an arsenal of intelligence wit and courage skill and diligence gi joe met mr. witt a large battle ensued not might but right helped witt win the feud. © rt tulley
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