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Places, homes from early in my work 1972-73, 1980’S

03.04.2020 by Peter J. Crowley // 2 Comments

A tidal pool crossing Cosey Beach  Ave  1972. A daily treat to walk the beach with a friend. For a six month or so period I would step out the back door and soon be greeted by a Golden Retriever she was there for a walk. I never found out who she belonged to and she never asked to come in the house. 

Squeeze  loading in for a 80’s summer concert on Madison Green.  Madison Ct. Summers, The Wharf at The Madison Beach Hotel. Arriving there to meet Jim in early May Dewey the bartender announces Peter is here the summer has begun. 

A Radio Flyer to transfer winter warmth to the house.

Cosey Beach wasn’t glitzy the waterfront cottages were nicer. The neighborhood was poor. Strife between the city and the neighborhood after the city sold the playground to a restaurant. I found this all out the 2nd night I lived there. The 4th of July Independence Day  and the streets were full of people expressing there anger in no uncertain terms. 

Stony Creek and Kodachrome a short ride made often for peace, wandering, seeing. I would return here through out my years in Ct. I rarely returned to Cosey Beach Ave. It became a destination as I rushed to get myself ready to move west.  So many places, people to see that Brattleboro and Cosey beach were left out. 

peace pjc 

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Comments

  1. steve power says

    March 8, 2020 at 4:52 pm

    it is interesting what we leave behind when we prepare to move from one place to another. the friends, places, things that are familiar are all momentarily put aside for the adventure of going some where new. when we arrive at our new digs i begin to remember the old, the past, the familiar, and then long for what i new. life is change. at times i try to reach back to what i new, alas there is no going back.

  2. Peter J Crowley says

    March 9, 2020 at 1:46 pm

    Thank you Steve, I call it “everything has changed but nothing is different”

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