Peter J. Crowley

Fine Art Photographer

Coventry Ct 2009

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Coventry Country Store sweets, having a snack outside on a warm April Day

Antiques downtown I’m always loving reflections.

Visitors Center the former Jail and Town Hall

Connecticut Glass Museum North River Road Coventry

The Strong House or as I knew it the McKusicks’s home.

History map of the Booth Dimock Library

Wellwoods Store, as it was known when I moved here from Worcester Mass. in the mid Fifties.

I hope these images inspire warm memories to all my Coventry friends, or any small town folks.  peace pjc

Momentary Faces 2007 to last Saturday

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People who have paused in my viewfinder over the years. Some for 1/250 of a second. Many for longer deeper seeing inspiring moving me forward. All leave a mark on me all the moments last forever. peace

A day at New England Ballet 

Snow angels and a flake on the tongue out my kitchen window a few days ago. 

More then just an assistant. She was a constant presence for years who acquiesced to share her eyes with my vision. But was much more comfortable loading Nikons at dress rehearsal and worrying I’d fall from the arm rests. An outstanding artist in photography and many other mediums. 

Bruce, coffee and sarcasm in the kitchen.  Table covered by the Sunday NYT an ash tray on good days a bag of weed.  Bruce always there.

Arnold so much inspiration so much laughter.

Brat Red a internet model from Brattleboro Vt. August 2007. Brattleboro where once I dreamed of retiring. 

 

Organized not in a business mode. Moments that I have seen lately. peace

 

Wood Nymphs Frolic at Caprilands 2000 Coventry Ct.

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A magical morning at Caprilands in Coventry Ct. 

Misty early light they revel, dancing in their world, life without times reality. 

A sundial to warn that the reality will soon arrive and they will dance off returning to their hidden realm.

But sun is warm as are the moments,

Still time for a bit more morning play. Boldly they dance the silence broken by joyful laughter.

One last repose, a smile a giggle a wisp of wind and they are gone.

peace pjc