Peter J. Crowley

November First, A Day, A Metaphor, Some Color Light, Too Much Darkness

11.02.2015 by Peter J. Crowley // 6 Comments

The morning light came and went. Bright spots, dark clouds like my week radical changes often dark. Noon a incredible downpour.

Three pm a breeze sun and rich saturated light. There is a look that follows a Thunder Storm or downpour. Clear yet so much moisture in the air, combined with the late light warm on the kelvin scale.

It is the light, the smell it is Autumn

Just color swatches here not high art just a look at the day. My day seeking bright color at the end of a dark week.

The day mirrors my week. The E.R. on Wed. night. Not able to walk for three days. A friend is gone, my best friend. The call came Sat morning it was not unexpected but I still start to cry Inara rushes to me hugging me so much love, compassion from a child. She takes me through knowing when to play and when to hug. peace pjc

Photographic Art Abstract Nude

October 16th an Afternoon Stroll

10.25.2015 by Peter J. Crowley // 7 Comments

The days start slow coffee, meds eat, wait for meds to work play online. Second, third gear lunch. Out to the world the light is right it always is, State Street meander to Percival landing.

B+W Architecture, design graphic shapes B+W.

Percival Landing often a destination to read, write but today the sun that shone when I left for the bus was replaced by a cool breeze and a hazy shade of winter. The table and chairs where I would sit and write have been moved indoor for the season. Winter is closing in, but the light was right it always is. The water the boats abstract reflections.

I wonder is everything just a reflection? Light and shade create reality the reflection different each time you look painted with a wider brush. Summer dances on the ripples of Autumns chilly breath.

Trying to catch a reflection of a gull cavorting above, not easy. Twenty minutes no gull. I walk on viewing the public art and shooting some skateboarders. A Molasses cookie at Traditions and back to the bus ninety minutes after getting off the bus I am heading home a good productive walk. The light was right it always is………………………..

peace pjc

Photographic Art Round Figure Graphic Shapes Silver Gelatin Print

Moments Scattered Memories. One Year in Olympia, Past Life Inspirations Friends. Peace

10.21.2015 by Peter J. Crowley // 8 Comments

About One here in Worcester a journey starts with a smile.

Kodachrome 1973 Stony Creek not looking back a road a straw hat a story told.

Many roads traveled through New England paved by the Willington Hysterical Society

Satch and Bruce a warm stove an old 1700’s home

Carl and me Members Show Photosynthesis Gallery 136 1/2 November 2011. Four months after my Hospital extended visit. Carl there always. peace my friend.

Arnold Prince. Every moment with him was an inspiration with a smile, an infectious laugh and Tea.

One year today in Oly. one year since driving my Honda. Extreme highs and lows the middle ground rarely. Sometimes here sometimes in Ct. the mind journeys. So much to do to arrive in this new life. So many images to catalog, memories good and bad. The road not taken, would I have moved to Brattleboro if still in N.E. could I deal with winter. Slow starts to the day different then out the door 7am coffee at Merihew’s images both verbal and visual lingering over coffee. On to the next image, the best photo you have ever made is the next one. I still linger over morning coffee but alone. Sure I am not virtually alone online chatting without eyes to fully communicate. Not intimate enough. Bruce’s, Carl and Maarit’s Berta in her Lucky Charms PJs for lunch looking out on Norwich Harbor. Grandpa can we go to the restaurant? Bill Evans or The Violent Femmes what will today’s soundtrack be? This afternoon it will be the sound of sneakers on pavement the click of the shutter a breeze through the trees across the Puget Sound seeking the next image. Eyes wide open seeing with my heart there is no time just vision thoughts life.

Peace pjc

Photographic Art Shrimp and Garlic Pizza and an old Dodge