Peter J. Crowley

Fine Art Photographer

Christmas and the New Normal Version 2, thoughts from 12/15/25

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Another wet gray day it is hard to see Christmas today or this week. More like March and with that
“when will the rain stop feeling.” No one says New Normal very much lately. A recent search for a 1998 transparency yielded these images. Smiles sent to you to see through the gray malaise this season. peace joy color love.

From my Norwich days a couple of a very red Amaryllis 

Perhaps not technically my best work but I love red and perhaps a bit of influence O’Keefe figures into my mind.

Old Orchard Beach Maine as a child summer meant a trip to Portland and the beach.

Summer 2000 or there about The Florence Griswold Museum great place to breath in creative air inside and on the grounds.

The International Fly In Moosehead Lake Maine mid eighties with Bob. 

Autumn in New England most likely Ct. Bright young Maples

Back to Old Orchard a nineties trip with my daughter. It was a fun vacation for us two.

Chris Torkelson who was a great advocate for train travel, his daughter looking out the window of the owners private sleeper car.  We were headed to Brattleboro Vt. and the excursion was sold out so we rode in style.

TEDs a staple of growing up UCONN or not growing up at all. I prefer option two. Today a visit from Nathen Hale Ale Brewery.  March 1989 the previous days snow continues to melt. If I remember correctly there was more snow to come.

Ice Cream by the Carousel Watch Hill R.I. 2001

 

May we all come together to share love, kindness and peace Always

 

 

 

 

Crossing the Street Capitol Way and Forth August 2015

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The Heat, Light, Breeze. Inspired I did not cross. 

Moments of brightly colored folks going somewhere. I linger.

Which way to go shady side or sunny. I ponder in the shade.

Cold drinks and laughter choosing

the Sunnyside pleasing this lingering artist for the light was right.

Community, Humanity grow well at the Olympia Farmers Market

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People blooming in my rectangle at The Olympia Farmers Market.

A bowl of Pozole just delicious and a great subject at Los Tulenos July 16th 2021.

Spinning wool at Iron Wool Works June 24th 2021.

July 16th 2021 These two were sparkling laughter raining on all as I made the images.

July 16th A warm story she is telling me as her mind is fills with memories. We share a moment. 

Pausing for a portrait in between laughs and memories. A tough decision what to post?  The answer was use 3 of the many shots I made. 

Me you want a photo of me. Yes I do an image made. I’m pleased and hope he will see this and feel the same. The image always the image no longer shooting for publication I neglect to get names. 

July 31st this man and I struck up a conversation Jazz, photography, art, life. There is a bit of ham at the market he laughed as he was “Styling.” We chatted as friends picking up the banter from the last time we spoke. Like an old friend who I had never met. 

Eyes isn’t that what it is all about? My first visit to the farmers market June 24th after a long cold winter of no travel out side my apartment it was spring. I could go out and make portraits of people, portraits of life. Evan in a mask these eyes have so much to say.

July 16th Emily Jack at OlyKraut.com. The light at the market is low but my subjects burn brightly.

Across the street he stood and he played real good on his flute for free. Altered quote from Joni Mitchell. Basking is a hard way to share your talent we stood and listened he was very good.

Be it 1968 in my youth or this summer the mating ritual is the same. A bad composition cutting the feet without negative space but I was lost in my feelings of youth. The image happened quickly and was gone much like youth. 

Entering the market are bricks engraved with the names of market supporters. Those who back this island of humanity and peace. Thank you everyone my creativity grows with each visit and the food is grand. peace