Welcome to the rt tulley photography blogIt features photos, text, and poetry.March 5The French Quarter
I am thankful for the French Quarter in New Orleans. Sure, it can be a stinky, dirty, and sleazy place, but it can also be beautiful, warm, and loaded with atmosphere. I just enjoy walking the French Quarter and observing the sights and taking in the street musicians and artists and visiting the shops. Then there's the beignets, coffee au lait, muffalettos, and other great food.
This photo is at the northern edge of Jackson Square just past St. Louis Catherdral. It is an HDR photo processed in Photomatix and Photoshop software.
the french quarter
i have spent many a day walking these same avenues gazing at the street people listening to jazz and blues photographing the balconies the brightly colored facades the wrought iron columns and the horse carriage rides. © rt tulley
March 4The Unknown
I am thankful for the unknown. I know that is a scary thought. But if we knew everything, if we knew our future, wouldn't life be boring. Life and the unknown can bering about the most fantastic surprises. A couple of quotes I found on the matter are:
“Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards.”
“Never be afraid to trust an unknown future to a known God.”
The photo is my representation of the unknown. It was taken on University Lake in Baton Rouge while these ducks swam into the fog and into "the unknown."
unkown
you say you are afraid of an unknown future that i do understand but if the future was in our hand and tied up wrapped up and sutured and we knew all everything that passed would be no different than reviewing the past but instead we get unknown un-sewn god’s blessedness and the possibilities endless. © rt tulley
March 3Origins
I am thankful for origins. This includes the origins of names or people. We should all try to understand where we came from in order to see where we are going.
This photo is of the Red Stick sculpture on the riverfront in Baton Rouge. The history of the red stick dates back to 1600s when the French explorer d'Iberville sailed up the Mississippi River to the current site of Baton Rouge and saw a cypress pole reddened by the blood of sacrificial animals on it. The pole marked the hunting ground boundaries between the Bayou Goula and the Houma native Americans. d'Iberville called it le baton rouge (the red stick), and thus the origin of the name of our city. The sculpture was erected not too many years ago to remind Baton Rougians of their origins. There is another red stick sculpture on the Southern Univesity campus at the Mississippi River on Scott's bluff, which is on the north side of Baton Rouge.
origins
mr. darwin in 1859 published on the origin of the species many believe that treatise to be true while others think it is feces whether natural selection or the theory of evolution the work of darwin began a raucous revolution but i myself subscribe to a particular notion my idea of the origin of species will create some kind of commotion so in a concise and simplified nutshell i ‘ll tell you what it is i think in the evolutionary history of man a french fry is the missing link. © rt tulley March 2Zany
I am thankful for zany, crazy things that make us laugh. Sometimes things are just so outlandish and silly they crack us up.
I've already mentioned the Lawn of the Dead parade at the Spanish Town Mardis Gras parade (February 12). Here is a photo of the Krewe of Yazoo and their lawnmower brigade in action. Hilarious. It proves it doesn't have to be raunchy to be funny.
zany
i wish i could bottle a way to make people laugh i am often unsuccessful it ends up being a gaffe but if i see or hear it from comical to hilarious slapstick or dry if it’s crazy or uprorious well i can’t make them laugh and i know i’m no brainy but if i hear or see it i certainly know zany. © rt tulley March 1Fences
I am thankful for fences. Fences can either keep something out or keep something in. They can protect us from what's on the other side or keep animals or crops inside. Some fences keep dangerous people inside (prisons) or isolate certain people from one another (border fences).
This particular log fence is at the Baton Rouge Zoo and protects zoo-goers from falling off the bridge which leads from the entrance into the zoo proper. I found it intriguing because of the wooden log composition, the varying heights of the logs, and the rope which holds it all together, and the mossy green color of the one in the foreground as opposed to the clean look of the others, which fade out of focus into the background. It all adds up to a rather rustic and interesting appearance, in my mind anyway.
fences
fences were meant to be climbed fences were meant to be nickel & dimed fences were meant to be tightroped fences were meant to be rope-a-doped fences were meant to be torn down fences were meant to hold in the clown but one thing a fence was unsuccessfully meant to be is a barrier for the likes of people like me. © rt tulley
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