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Late Fall around the block

December 10, 2020 By Peter J. Crowley 5 Comments

November and December the walks shorter and less frequent raindrops and lack of light. The same blocks seeking and finding something new.

Each day, each stroll I study this new to me digital world. I have had a Nikon Diggie since 2009 but never really embraced it till March when Jeff a friend in Maine bought me a D-200 a more professional machine then my first. I have now moved to a D-7000 merely ten years behind the latest. Ha Ha. Here I come 21st century. I still don’t use auto exp. Auto Focus my eyes are not so good I have learned to tell it where to focus. I guess I use AF manually. lol

Impressionistic look November 15th, 2020

Overcast color saturates and separates for more abstraction on November 4th, 2020

November 8th,2020December 10th, 2020

December 5th, 2020

November 11th, 2020 another fence I have been shooting for the last year. I have four seasons but I lack morning light. This time of year around 8:45 am when the variables align I will go back. The variables being 50 degrees, Sun, low pain level. It could be a while.

December 5th, 2020 a good productive day it seems. An one half hour stroll.

Questions, comments appreciated just a tad bored these day. Look around the galleries here plenty of images from 1971- 2020.

peace

Sunday July 26, 2020 Morning Light

July 27, 2020 By Peter J. Crowley 4 Comments

Yesterday I was out for a stroll at 8 am people time. But 7 am sun time. There is a magic in this light crisp cool even in the heat of summer. I am up most days to see the light but the science project that is my body coupled with morning haze restricts my strolls.

Delicate light on a neighbors Poppy. Joe came out of his house coffee in hand to tell me I can walk into the yard to get the best angle of the light. The flower bed is his wife’s project he told me not wanting to take credit for her work that he loves. I love when folks greet me. I am more at home here now since the days of being the “creepy old guy with a camera.” LOL nearly six years now in Olympia.

There are mornings I stroll where the light, birds singing a cool breeze are enough. A few shots but just the light and the walk feed my soul.This was not one of those days. The grass at another friends house drenched in stark back light provided wonder to shoot.

Not over saturated in PS no in fact saturation and contrast was dialed down for these four images. Just my seeing, the perfect light provided for these exposures.

A gentle breeze the colors danced seeking a solo of focus with each shutter release.

But this short depth of field highlights the importance of negative space. Here as important as the focused subject.

In the center a white spec? A dust spot? No part of a spider web so strong holding between the shafts of color. A deep breath another image seen I stroll along.

peace pjc

June and July 2020 my images recent and what I have seen in my archives.

July 24, 2020 By Peter J. Crowley Leave a Comment

A smorgasbord of my seeing now and then.

My first day out since March 16th a ride in N. Olympia to Steamboat Island. May 28th 2020 a barn abandoned is reclaimed by green.

July 9th 2020 West Bay Park Puget Sound a gull a Ferry and a conversation.

Steamboat Island May 28th 2020 just after the three day weekend that makes Memorial Day more convenient.

Northern Vermont Autumn.

Artspace Norwich Ct. my studio 2009. Space I do miss studio space. Just after moving to Norwich Jeff an old friend visited. This room was empty as I had not unpacked. No ladders, sculpture stands, checkerboard floor just space. Jeff said I have an old wood diner booth it would fit here nicely. I looked around and said no I don’t think there is room for it here.

Norwich Ct. November 2013 shopping downtown.

April 6th 2001 one month after moving to Norwich Ct. I fill the space and show this image to Jeff.

Newport RI Summer 1981

Manchester Ct. 2010 triangles and texture on a visit to Carl’s

August 26 2006 Artspace Norwich Ct four images of her at the beginning of a roll of a model painted. I first thought it was the painter but on further review it isn’t. Seventy and my memory fails me, a resident or friend of one at the elevator or in the hall then 15 minutes in the studio. I’ll ask Roberta I think she will know.