Peter J. Crowley

Fine Art Photographer

The Circle and Season Feb 22nd March 14th, 2022

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The circle became smaller this season. Spring.

A new Spring window view that rarely changes.

My circle has become very small filled with stress and depression. I continue to make Art.

The staff here takes great care of me. On a first visit to my circle a respiratory therapist quipped ” I hear you have a chronic condition of constant creating of laugher.”

Layered Life. So my work continues as I work to escape this tiny circle. There is more art and emotion to make out there.

The professionals at St. Peter’s are the most caring compassionate staff  I have encountered in my far to experienced study.

The past will become the present again.

peace my friends

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Early May Short Walks and Color

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Spring and childhood a season of youth.

Delicate and alluring as life returns.

A portrait of self reflecting, on reflections of life.

Digital B+W searching for the edge of TriX

A 70 Y.O.’s Black and Tan.

Keith from Homes First power washing my building with Iris. 

More of B+W more of Iris’s.

Spring a time of life and Magic and Fairies.

 

Peace pjc 

Home Towns

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Coventry arriving in 1954

Willimantic was the big City maybe cause I was 0-4 in Worcester so Willi assumed the role. Perhaps the first car expanded my world. 

Happy nails spent many a day there of course in it’s prior life as Willimantic Camera and video. 

The Brick School House in Coventry 1825, no I did not attend school there. I went to the Center School on Main Street that later burned down. 

Coventry New England country life. Waiting for spring after coffee at Bruce’s we took a  short ride finding before I found an image.  March but the last time by the pond was still iced over. Now just barely visible are the red tree and bush buds. Here in Olympia I have flowers blossoming  in my garden.

Not a home of mine, it is at Carl’s in Manchester. I lived in a couple places in Manchester oh the tales form 1969, ’70 another post. For now just a place were I was always at home Carl’s.

peace pjc