Dah we have truly evolved.
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From the monthly archives:
May 2009
Summer is sneaking up and with gasoline prices already $.10 a gallon higher than predicted in late March by an industry analyst from some think [drunk] tank and swallowed down by “We the people” like some frat boy playing beer pong. Well “fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me” Fool me repeatedly and well I guess “We the People” are dumb as a post or weak as overcooked pasta.
A rant began but was deferred as I would like opinions on the direction this blog will take.
1. Rants like or not?
2. A series of local day trips little gems in your backyard, life at a slower less fossil fuel consuming pace? [but if we use less fuel not only will the price go up but we may have to bail out Excon/Molester] * refer to new math definition of supply and demand the eleventh commandment.
3. Just pretty Pictures for above you sofa with less content than Sarah Palin’s latest tweet.
4. Random or other suggestions. enjoy pjc
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The Sun
Sun and shades provide a warmth of Summer feeling.
The smiling folks provide a warmth of Spirit to this wonderful event in Willimantic.
Third Thursday Street Festival
The smiling folks provide a warmth of Spirit to this wonderful event in Willimantic.
Third Thursday Street Festival
Thanks to all the faces who posed and to the group of people who make Willi come alive!
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There are many tales to tell from many Union Stations. This one is Chicago thirty six hours or so from home. Saturday morning and the only travel plans I have are dreams of past journeys. Some I may share here some I may never share but change is in the wind and it is not a gentle breeze.
Robert Earl Keen sings of the road going on forever and the party never ends. Both of these image come from the same roll of film. This one is the first back in Connecticut. A familiar stop on my more local roads. September breezes starting to take done the leafs of another summer and a long winter ahead. A winter of change, a digital winter, deep snow, and shallow images. Pretty colors and post production the afterthought or armchair quarterback of creativity. A spring walk yesterday, the same walk, the same images, of eight years in Norwich, walking backwards creatively I carry one camera, one lens loaded with Black and White film. This walk, this road is paved with silver halides. It is the path I have walked since 1971 an old road with frost heaves, ruts, yet nary an “upgrade” comfortable richly toned in shades of gray. Walk slow, ponder and see. enjoy pjc
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“Game, Revelation, Obsession,”
Part Art, Part Mathematics, Part Psychology.
Or The Game as we who were involved called it.
ArtSpace Norwich July 2002
Youth and summer abound as I settle into this new road of creativity. Moments dance before me from sibling showers to “Game, Revelation, Obsession” presented by Mike Galaburri. Perhaps or in my mind the closest this new venue came to being a community.
Soma Dance Company
Seven years on this road, now an old road populated with thousands of film images. Traditional film images. Cluttered files of unseen work as the picelated populous opens the darkroom door and the dark escapes.
All three images are made with film the dance image altered to a new road with post production.
Old Roads
Old Roads appear only on maps
Old Roads appear only in memory
Old Roads widened repaved
Old roads now impassible
Old roads will I travel them?
Old roads a final exploration, portfolio
Old roads a new found vision
Old roads meant to fade away.
Old Roads appear only in memory
Old Roads widened repaved
Old roads now impassible
Old roads will I travel them?
Old roads a final exploration, portfolio
Old roads a new found vision
Old roads meant to fade away.
Copyright Peter J. Crowley
1/27/07
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I am a Photographic Artist, writer. A passionate observer commenting on the human condition.
