Peter J. Crowley

Fine Art Photographer

Portfolios for Salons

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Old buildings, railroads, texture, doorways, small business, individuality, figure studies these are a few of my favorite subjects.


Here a couple of these are combined and if you look there is more than just the South Windham train station.  What do you want to see? I hope to have the date for the first Old Roads Salon set in the next two days. New Prints from Galilee and old prints from many portfolios priced very reasonable.                   enjoy pjc

Photographic Art [yes these two are digital]

But the link isn’t

Early Autumn in Vt.

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Early Autumn in Vt.Late Summer 2008 Flagstaff from the rails beneath the water fall, more than 140 characters thoughts on seasons and metaphors.                                               enjoy pjc

“Seasons-Metaphors”

The Emporium Gallery Opening February Fourth 2010 6pm to 8pm 15 Water Street Mystic Connecticut.

A glimpse of light and emotion from thirty eight years of motion made still. Summer, winter, nature and nudes, real, surreal, a look at my visual journey creating photographic art.

Photographic Art Summer Dreams

Back on Amtrak Heading South in California

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A moment in the shade for the workers as ghosts from the past race round my mind.

In Albuquerque a cause to fight for bike paths less polution.

Well I’m back on the train and back to the 19th of August despite starting the last post with it being the 20th. The nineteenth was perhaps the longest day of the trip. Five fifty five am didn’t happen often on this trip. In Sacramento I met Webster a PHD student on his way to Univ. of New Mexico we sleep walked to are next leg and met again in LA. Over the course of the day I watched and time traveled through the Ca. farms. My mind drifted back to the 60s/70s and Ceasar Chavez organizing United Farm Workers Union, yes “the times they are a changing.” But rambling through those fields my mind drifted to those troubled decades, and how wonderful it was to have a cause, hell many causes. From Prague to The Sorbonne, to Columbia and Berkeley to the fields where the migrant farm workers toiled in the sun for sub [prime] standard wages and living conditions a solidarity sprouted and grew wild like a weed. One voice singing as a chorus, in Bethel NY Richie Havens wailed “Freedom Freedom” and 500,000 people sang along. [including me] In my long life so much has changed so fast, but in the life of the planet it has all been a blink of the eye. Let the planet survive “To every thing, turn, turn, turn,There is a season, turn, turn, turn, And a time to every purpose under heaven” [Book of Ecclesiastes/Pete Seeger] as sung by The Byrds and everyone listening, sing along the words are easy “Freedom Freedom” Then it was the Dawn of Aquarius. What is dawning today?
Make it Peace and Equality. enjoy pjc

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Layered Life