Welcome to the rt tulley photography blogIt features photos, text, and poetry.April 29Security
I am thankful for security, as in law enforcement and incarceration of dangerous criminals. This makes our world a little safer. Even though we may sometimes not appreciate law enforcement, without it, our world would be chaos.
This photo is of a jail from before the civil war on display at the LSU Rural Life Museum. It is the only pre-civil war jail in existence, according to the plaque at the Rural Life Museum. It came from Oak Ridge, Louisiana. The walls of this two celled jail are made of three layers of heart of pine wood set at different angles, and laminated together with thousands of nails. Inside are two cells with metal shackles and chains. The nails used to keep it all together are type B cut nails, which were in use between 1820-1910. The sturdy construction of the walls of the jail prevented outsiders from breaking out their friends with axes or hatchets.
I photographed this because I liked the angled boards on the outside over the vertical boards on the inside, the square nails, the rustic boards which show their age, and the hint of yellow on the one board. Is that a Roman Numeral III carved inside?
ain’t no jail
ain’t no jail that could keep a spirit from being free ain’t no jail that can shackle or chain the spirit you see the body may be physically restrained they may be socially maimed but if you think you can control or beat the spirit out of them before you blink before you become bored their spirit will have soared. © rt tulley
April 28New Orleans PGA Golf Tournaments
I am thankful for New Orleans PGA golf tournaments. This is for several reasons which I will soon explain. The tournament has a long history dating back to 1938 when it was originally held at City Park. The current tournament is called the Zurich Classic and is played at the TPC Louisiana golf course in Avendale. Prior to that, it was at English Turn Golf and Country Club, and before that at Lakewood Country Club.
As with the previous two years, I was invited to the Zurich Classic this week as a guest of Steve Windham from the Lieutenant Governor's office to showcase my Audubon Golf Trail book as part of the Audubon Golf Trail booth. Many thanks to Steve and the other workers, Jason, Luciene, Michelle, Evelyn, Manuel, Millie, and another Michelle. This is one fun group of people.
In previous years, I have fond memories of attending the Greater New Orleans Open at Lakewood Country Club with my dad. We never failed to have great times there, following such notables as Frank Beard, Jack Nicklaus, and Tom Watson. I remember not caring for Jack Nicklaus too much until I saw him play in New Orleans, then became a devoted fan. At that time, there was none better. I also went to a couple of tournaments at Jack's course, English Turn. There I remember following Jack and Fred Couples. Back when it was played at Lakewood it was called the Greater New Orleans Open. Dad and I would jokingly called it "Ganoo." after the initials for the Greater New Orleans Open (Dad and I had similar wierd and warped senses of humor. We could find humor in the most mundane things: I remember on one vacation someone in the family misread the sign on the "Litter Barrels" placed by the side of the road. From then on they became "Little Barrels". We always laughed when the first family member announced another little barrel was approaching).
This week, I mostly worked in the Audubon Trail booth, but had an opportunity to follow David Toms for 5 holes on Friday. Through Saturday, that was his best round, a 68, four under par. I thought he was hitting the ball beautifully. On the sixth hole I noticed a couple in the gallery that were obviously over-joyed parents who were watching their young son carry the score standard for David Toms' and K.J. Choi's group. There happened to be a medium sized alligator just out of the lake on the hole with his head raised up. The proud parents got a photo of their son with his standard and the aligator in the background. I spoke to these parents a couple of times. They, as well as the son, were so excited that he got to be in the group with his hero David Toms.
We had an informal putting contest in our booth. The golfers that could hole the most putts in a row were given free games of golf. On Thursday, we had a guy hit 30 in a row, then another on Friday actually made 102 in a row, believe it or not. Saturday's record was 34, I think. I enjoyed watching the young kids putt. We had two brothers, by the name of Koby and Caleb, who putted amazingly. I told them that they would probably be playing in the real tournament one day. Remember those names! By the way, I've never seen so many kids who are obviously Ricky Fowler fans - they all wear his patented hat; some go as far as to wear the complete outfit-one small kid, maybe 5 or 6 years old was decked out in Ricky's Sunday Orange, complete with orange hat, shirt, pants, and shoes. Wow!
We were fortunate to have the Lieutenant Governor, Jay Dardenne, stop by the booth on Saturday, and Steve got interviewed on the radio for the NOLA Golf Show.
Since they wouldn't allow me to bring my camera to the golf tournament, the photo above is from my book. It is a picture of the seventeenth green from the eighteenth hole cart path. I used this photo because, by coincidence, our booth was very close to the place this photo was taken (By the way, the egret was actually taken at Olde Oaks in Shreveport and I photoshopped him into the TPC photo for effect). The photos below I took with my cell phone. They do allow cell phones at this tournament. The first photo shows our booth. You may be able to see the similarity view to the first photo. The final photo is from the Eighteenth Hole Cypress Suites from the Audubon Golf Trail sweet on the second floor. You can see the eighteenth (in the forground) and ninth greens.
Finally, my friend Gay asked me to post a photo of Tripod, the famous three legged alligator who hangs out on the back nine at TPC Louisiana. I was playing number 18 with friends when we spotted him lying on a rake next to the sand trap near the eighteenth green. I didn't actually realize this was Tripod until I saw a TV video of him and noticed the two missing tail spikes. I wish I had gotten a closer picture from the front (his missing leg is the right front one), but the chicken in me took over. Here you go, Gay:
Local Rule: Golfer may drop another golf ball without penalty in a safe position, no closer to the hole, should an alligator sit on, guard, ingest, or otherwise endanger said golfer when approaching his/her original golf ball. Golfers may only evoke this rule if the original golf ball is within approximately ten gator lengths of the ball. The use of this rule should rest solely on the judgement of said golfer. Measurement is discouraged, as is original ball retrieval. © rt tulley
ganoo
dad and i so loved the joy of watching the great golf professionals at ganoo watching them boom the ball and see the great things they could do and after every tournament we would feel so inspired it certainly looked easy to be as good as we aspired but on the return back home it didn’t take but a few shots of chunks, dunks, and ob’s to realize that we were still as bad as we originally thought. © rt tulley
April 27Rural Life Museum
I am thankful for LSU's Rural Life Museum. It is one of my favorite places to take pictures in Baton Rouge. It is situated on the Burden Plantation grounds off Essen Lane and is composed of many artifacts from the 19th century and authentic houses and buildings from that time period. There is a large barn containing many artifacts, a working plantation, and many examples of architectural styles from the 1800s. On the grounds of Burden Plantation there are also a children's garden, a rose garden, a lake and arboretum, an orangery, and the Windrush gardens. It was chosen by British Museum as one of the top ten outdoor museums in the world.
This photo is of the Acadian house on the grounds. Typical of Aadian houses is a steep sloping roof, front porch, a doorway leading to a central hallway, and outdoors stairs to the second floor. I can get lost in this place for hours at a time and not notice the time go by. The museum transports you to a different time and a different place.
acadian house
i love my acadian house with its big porch and rocking chairs but the best thing at night is my sneaking out by the stairs. © rt tulley April 26Rescue
I am thankful for rescue, those times when people's heart bleed with compassion to try to help and save less fortunate souls.
Today's photo is of a baby squirrel that my daughter Beth rescued and saved from certain death. Her dog Oakley proudly walked up to us one day to show us a squirrel he had captured and killed. We didn't think about it too much until a few days later Beth and I were walking the dog when she noticed two baby squirrels crawling down from the large live oak tree in our front yard. The squirrels still had their eyes closed, so they were likely only a few weeks old. We surmised that it must have been their mother that the dog had killed. Beth, being the compassionate person she is, talked me into letting her rescue them. We had to clean off fly eggs that had been laid on their fur, the flies probably thinking the squirrels would die soon. Beth, her cousin, Sabrina, and I took began caring for them and feeding them cat's milk every four hours. It was like having a newborn baby again. Then a couple days later I found a third squirrel coming down from the tree. So we had three. We ended up giving the squirrels to the LSU Vet School rescue program, where they get animals acclimated to the wild and then release them. They told me one of them died, but I believe the other two made it. They were supposed to release them back into our neighborhood. I don't know if they did, but we have a new batch of squirrels in our yard and I can't help but think that maybe two of them may be ours. It was a great experience. Squirrels now have a special place in my heart.
Beth and the Rescued Squirrels
Sabrina Feeding One of the Squirrels
rescue
linda ronstadt sang the song called rescue me she rocked out for our enjoyment for all to hear and see she was blue and she was lonely needed help so as not to smother please remember we all need to get help sometime or another. © rt tulley
April 25Art Shows
I am thankful for art shows. I enjoy museums and art shows, where you can see talented artists displaying their crafts. Art is life in miniature and can be quite moving, if done well.
My wife Bebe, has been invited to display her art at the Baton Rouge Art League art exhibtion for the past three years. She was an accountant who rarely picked up a paint brush but several years ago began painting. She is completely self taught but has honed her abilitities. After first painting furniture, objects, and canvas, she has since moved into her niche - fiber art, combining painting with thread art done on the sewing machine. It may be difficult to see from this photo but the process includes shading with thread and the thread gives it a three dimensional qualty. This photo was taken this past weekend at the art show of Bebe and her thread art picture of 'Roses on My Fence." Below is a closeup of one of her pieces to show the detail and three dimensional quality of her work. If you are interested you can see some of her work at: http://artisticpatchwork.com/.
art show
i enjoy the art show and all the new creations neat to see the people in their uniqueness as these artists walk on the street. © rt tulley
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