Welcome to the rt tulley photography blogIt features photos, text, and poetry.August 2Games
I am thankful for games. Included in this would be my favorite game, golf. But I like a lot of diffferent games, especially sports. Not so much computer games and not so much board games (except Monopoly, Chess, Backgammon, Clue, and the ulitmate: Scrabble). But pictured here is a pool table. Playing pool is fun for me, although I'm not very good at it. Come to think of it, I'm not very good at golf either. But that doesn't make them any less fun. Well, a little improvement might make them more fun! Anyway, it's fun to play around at games when the competitive jiuces are not flowing in excess. A little competition is fun but if you overdo it, the fun is gone, unless you are cutthroat and want to stomp everybody you play. I know you've met people like that. I sure have. But gosh. It's supposed to be for fun, right?
This is a photo of the pool table at the Cypress Bend Resort in Many, Louisiana. It is one of the prettiest golf courses you will find and also one of the nicest resorts you will find. Beautiful, elegant, and service oriented. A little game of pool will top off all the fun!
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don’t go playing games when you know that i know don’t go telling me lies it’s only a false show so why must you persist trying to prove your point to continue with this charade will only disappoint. © rt tulley
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your game and my game they aren’t the same for when you play and i play nearly every day you play for keeps i am on the cheap your play makes me weep so where’s the fun it feels like i’ve been shot by a gun and i’m done. © rt tulley
August 1Hearts
I am thankful for hearts, in the literal sense, and in the figurative sense. In other words, the organ that pumps our life's blood through our bodies enabling life, and the word used to describe a loving connection between people. Two life giving things.
This photo is of a heart shaped rock that my family found in the Merced River in Yosemite National Park. I like heart shaped things so I had to photograph it. Perhaps one could extend the metaphor and say that true love is as solid as a rock (apologies to Paul Simon and his Loves Me Like a Rock song), if that's not too corny.
I wrote the following poem ages ago seems like. I decided to resurrect it from my files just because the title fit today's blog topic.
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took so long to repair my broken heart just getting over you learning to be apart but throughout that time i never did forget still cared for you and remembered my debt for i owed you much more than i could repay what you gave of yourself still remains today but seeing you again renews the memories from those days back then time repeating itself it hearts again.
its hearts again love on the mend burning fire for you hunger and desire for you hearts again will ever be true.
hurt and hope often run together along that dusty old road and then we sometimes have to carry our hearts around the next bend but when at last we make that turn we find love and then its hearts again. © rt tulley
July 31Originality
I am thankful for originality. It's nice that we are different from each other and even nicer when someone walks to the beat of his own drum in spite of others (well, as long as it's not too much out there-although people like that are interesting). Life would indeed be boring if we were all just alike. It's those people that think and act differently from others that allows for new discoveries, inventions, novels, music, etc.
This is a photo of some wet ground cover that I saw one day at LSU. I was struck by the fact that all the branches had green leaves except for a solitary branch, which sported yellow. They definitely stood out.
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you’re an original i heard someone say to an old man one gentle fall day he took off his glasses and looked rather bold when he said this yes, they broke the mold after they pieced me together from some different parts a used newspaper, a ragged stick supplies from the arts a little glue to hold it together a tack or two and then a white feather which they stuck at the top of my head to let me go against the wind i’ve heard it said but at the end of the day the parts are rather plain just pieced in a unique way then expressed and maintained. © rt tulley July 30Steeples
I am thankful for steeples. Steeples are associated with churches and to me there is something sacred about churches. Not in the don't touch and stay away kind of sacred but more in the vein of shelter, a place to go for consolation and renewal. Steeples may have originated as part of castles and related to warfare but now they are mostly affiliated with churches. They symbolically reach to the heavens. There are generally three parts, the belfry, housing bells, the lantern area for lights, and the spire, the pinnacle, which indeed points heavenward. The spire on this church is a cross.
These are the twin steeples of St. Bernard's Catholic Church in Breaux Bridge, Louisiana, taken through a windor on the second floor of the antigue shop next door. The church was originally built in 1933-4 from bricks made in Breaux Bridge's brick factory. I think the bricks are lovely. The architecture is said to be French Romanesque, a medieva- European-style containing semicircular arches.
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a belfry a lantern and a spire the parts of what we call a steeple reaching skyward it stands to inspire the belfry houses the chimes which make a joyful sound of praise to god the lantern lights our paths along the troublesome and wicked ground the spire points the way heavenward in our journey and where to direct our voices when we pray. © rt tulley July 29Lighting
I am thankful for artificial lighting. Without lighting, our day would just be day and our nights would be night, if you know what I mean. Imagine no lights anywhere, and you see how difficult things would be. All you have to do is experience a hurricane and find how much we rely on artificial lighting, as well as electricity.
This is a photo of a multitude of lighting sources, taken in a shop in Breaux Bridge, Louisiana. I liked the color of the lamp and its reflection in the mirror. Also on the table you can see several candles and a wall mounted lamp on the right.
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a candle or a flame a flashlight an electric lamp different abilities but still they are lighting just the same flickering or burning bright different lamps serve to show the way serve to give us light.. © rt tulley
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