Peter J. Crowley

Coming and Going, Rarely at Rest

12.28.2015 by Peter J. Crowley // 1 Comment

In transit.

On foot, a bike, a bus everyone is rushing along. Metaphorically we race along in our head on the smart phone, computer we travel. I have been called a motion/emotion photographer so I observe the motion creating a downtown tableau. I wonder where is everyone going on the streets and in their minds? Perhaps I wonder and ponder too much? I’ll give it some thought and write more later.

August 25th Capitol Way downtown summer light.

On the Bus during a heavy downpour, errands run dodging showers just another day in Olympia. A day where the bus schedules and showers cooperated to keep me dry.

Parked on Washington Street getting a Tat or a coffee. July 21st 2015

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After The Rain, Digital Kodachrome?

12.13.2015 by Peter J. Crowley // 1 Comment

The walk today, drops of rain gently back lit by sun through passing thin clouds.

Almost back from the market turning to my yard the ground growth in one of the gardens rich satureated. Slight post process to these two add +10 to saturation to near the wonder of Kodachrome. Not an easy task.

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Fall to winter ramblings

12.10.2015 by Peter J. Crowley // 7 Comments

Nisqually National Wildlife Refuge Sept. 26th late afternoon light. Could be Vermont in the 70’s a farm a dirt road to visual adventures. But it’s the other side of the country the other side of life.

Dec 1st a stroll with film camera out before the deluge. Darkness 1pm ISO 400 1/125 F5.6 I shake the meter, test the batteries even cloudy this is not mid day light. A visit to the past waiting for the bus a 70’s era Olds cruises by Eight Cylinders straight pipes sounds of my youth. A one time subject possible muse too busy to shoot I understand, she needs not tell me. Creativity a passing fancy that briefly nourished my soul an appetizer to the main course that never arrives.

Traditions reading the paper my shoulder aches another part that needs repair. Like an old auto I move forward. Darkness, Darkness visiting this journal, film the window seat Capital Lake Park cold empty devoid of kites, volleyball nets, gleeful children, legs and fannies decorated in geometric brightly colored patterns hibernating….. Striped legs flash through the cafe thick wool, winter coat, scarf a momentary memory of summer. Abstraction as yet unfulfilled images perhaps they will bloom again in spring? Now bare trees gray light a winter sound track. peace pjc

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