Peter J. Crowley

Fine Art Photographer

Then and Now 1999 and Last Sunday

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Norwich Summer 2002 “Hey Mister take our picture.”

A summer shower Tumwater Sept 2019

A Victorian moment New London Ct January 1999 from a series of Victorian/Art Deco images.

Olympia August 9th 2019 learning to convert digital color to B+W. Finding the edge of film.

September 23 from a very short stroll greens turn to burnt umbras. 

September 2019 Old and new some color lingers to greet Autumn.

Abstract The Muse Norwich Studio 2001 

peace pjc 

A few more of them Muse and others from a winter 2018 sale. Want one? $60.00

Moments recently posted on Face Book not left for long.

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Over the last forty eight years I have created many moments. These moments have been brief lasting forever.  From news, documentary, performing arts.  The soul of an artist is in the negatives, each a self portrait. The way I communicate, comment on humanity. For quite awhile selling images to collectors, friends sitting talking about images and life. Art as a profession. That world has passed, replaced with speed and technology quantity not quality. The arrow has replaced the archer.  There are no more new negatives. Age and health have stripped this life away.  Anti social media has silenced discussion of images to cave drawings. The computer has saved us all so much time. Time to confront, attack and insult yet no time to communicate on art and life. Old for sure, bitter maybe but more sad that the world has reached the level where love is for money and hate, violence is the vehicle we ride to to reach the golden idle. 

For now I will only post brief moments to Face Book to indicate I have new images here for me and you if you choose to follow. I can’t place my art on Face Book to sell their product.  I’ll be here alone with my images from a long wonderful life of creating, singing the same song to an empty auditorium. Pop by if you like. There will still be a healthy dose of sarcasm and an ocassional rant. peace pjc

Here are some of the recent moments some old some new all from my soul. 

A Figure model from New Jersey by way of Poland who saw my work and wanted to work with me not for a fee. To be a part of my work Norwich Ct. 2001

Autumn 2019 next door pastels

Rocky Point R.I. 1981 

The finish line at Belmont Stakes mid 80’s

Out my window on Bellevue Street Willimantic 1999

Old Port Portland Maine a very early morning 6:45 am stroll while attending The N.E. Artists Congress.Seattle September 2001 after teaching Photographic Philosophy for a week an Whidbey Island. 

peace pjc

All images are for sale.  A few copies of “All the Usual Subjects” a limited edition book of my images available through this site see Pricing Page.  Another Door Entered my second book.  Books are $25 a piece. 

 

More New Images September 9th 2019

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Friday 9/6/19 Olympia Farmers Market seeking Walla Walla. Finding Highlights.

A gathering of health and beauty #Rising River Farm.

The joy of the Olympia Farmers Market in one image. As Everett and Tara wait for a free piece of Watermelon.

Up the Street above my head. 

July 10th Tacoma  

From a very short walk Sept. 5th seasons change color fades. 

A flower at Davids Sept. 4th. 

Saturday August 30th Inara and I go for a walk. Across the street is a Crab Apple Tree. Oh grandpa those look great! Can I pick one to eat? A few minutes of selection, shape, color many are viewed but one is chosen. We continue to walk, I want to eat it. Okay you can. Grandpa we should wash it? I doubt it was sprayed. No grandpa we should wash it. We will stroll to North Street and go home to wash the apple. We continue up the street. Every twenty feet or so as we check out things along the way it’s I really want to eat it, go ahead, no we should wash it. As we head back it becomes grandpa I could literally eat it now! The urgency of the planned delight grows our pace quickens. Finally back the tiny apple washed we sit she nibbles the tart apple. Argh grandpa a worm!! I told you it wasn’t sprayed. I get that look we laugh. 

peace pjc