Peter J. Crowley

Fine Art Photographer

May Twenty Fifth 2001 Around My Neighborhood

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2001 a very creative year feeling at home in Norwich a stroll with bricks, texture,  humanity. B+W HP5 warmed here with a touch of sepia, warm the way I felt this May day a couple months into my new residence.

Restoration or rubble the fate of  The Wauregan was the downtown lightning rod.

The Golden Hour on Main.

An empty building on Franklin I would walk by on the way to Delia’s or KCs. I rarely didn’t stop to look my imagination seeing past life’s. What did time do to empty this granite foundation? 

Chestnut St. just beyond ArtSpace the repetition is all about the light. But isn’t everything about the light.

A bit of Layered Life on Franklin.

Art? Are documentary images art? It depends on what you put in the image, not composition or cropping but emotion yourself . Were you there in a fleeting moment seeing subjects on to the next shot seeking cool. Or were you there in the moment looking inward putting yourself into the emotion seeing beyond subjects to soul.

peace pjc

More home images.

Faces Through the Decades

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Faces, eyes sometimes life long friends often just a chance meeting a waitress. A DJ, a hat or just those EYES.

Bidwell Tavern Coventry Ct. Halloween 1988

Providence 1981 Wolfman Jack at the Blue Point Oyster Bar.

Eyes.

Loved the hat and the window light she waiting me walking by a statement made.

peace pjc

Faces, fannies, eyes, thighs, tales and emotion life through the rectangle.

The Book  My life’s observations

Once a Man Twice a Child an Afternoon with Inara

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After school with grandpa. We had planned to see how the Sound sounds. But a class trip to the fountain had her worn out,  she said let’s go to your house and draw. Perfect as my energy level and mobility was minimal.

She rests a bit waiting for the bus to grandpas.

Arriving at my apt. she visits old friends Thomas the Train A fierce and fun game of bouncy ball. A soccer super ball a favorite game with different rules every time we start. The only real rule is laughing. She works on a Mythical bird with a bowl of  Cape Cod Chips. She drops a crayon in the chips.

Don’t eat the crayon

We got your rocks, leafs, branches, flowers and toys. I ask her what does this look like? A sheepish grin as she say My Room. Other than her room she is very organized wanting everything in place. We laugh wildly.

Once a man twice a child, my friend Arnold told me this as his age and health slowed has activity. Inara comes out from the bathroom frustrated her shirt was inside out I turned it back and started to put it on her. I can do it grandpa. Like the little old man she asks for help but insists on doing what she can. The little old man does the same the difference being she will grow and be able to do these things. The little old man needs more help with many things to never do again.

peace pjc

A Life in Photographic Art

A page from the past.