Monday, June 02, 2008

"What Would You Think if I Sang Out Tune?"

Abstracted life in layers.
"All you need is .........an upgrade." Super size your giga byte late into the dark of night, spin it once spin it twice then there is no need for light. A pixel here a pixel there some hiding in your underwear, sharpened, despeckled ready for flight back into the dawns new light.

Quotes from Lennon and McCartney sillified by me

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Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Peacock and Feathers New London Ct More than meets the eye.

For a few days I couldn't post an image, frustrating now that i can I have scrapped the planned post having been inspired by Andreas comment in my previous post on human rights.
There is more than the surface in each moment, more than packaging. Distractions was an early topic on this blog, distractions from creativity and seeing beyond the surface. I also don't understand why people are not demanding their rights they settle for a relationship with their love child Master Card. Debt is the biggest distraction and addiction of the human race. So I write to much and take images that are not about the latest greatest upgraded gadget. This makes me...

I'm Obsolete

I'm obsolete
In a sound bite world
I don't care to compete
Where shallow is deep
I'm obsolete
To think beyond the surface a freak
It's fantastic
Made of plastic
Bound with elastic
It's neat
Sweet
I'm obsolete!

Copyright Peter J. Crowley

Photographic Art Beyond the surface

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Thursday, May 15, 2008

Bloggers for Human Rights



Unlock the doors for the rights of all people. Peace pjc

There are No Politics

There are No Politics

Just Politicians

There are No Laws

Just Lawyers

There are No People

Just Profits

There are No individuals

Just Pixels

(There is no intellectual property

Just Pixels, Profits, Lawyers)

7-8-07

Copyright Peter J. Crowley

Photographic Art

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Sunday, April 01, 2007

A Tree


Significance

A Tree
Just a Tree
Much older than thee
A Tree
Just a simple Tree
Pondering you
Pondering me
We'er here
We're gone
A Tree
A simple Tree
Ponders On

Peter J. Crowley


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