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Sunday July 26, 2020 Morning Light

July 27, 2020 By Peter J. Crowley 4 Comments

Yesterday I was out for a stroll at 8 am people time. But 7 am sun time. There is a magic in this light crisp cool even in the heat of summer. I am up most days to see the light but the science project that is my body coupled with morning haze restricts my strolls.

Delicate light on a neighbors Poppy. Joe came out of his house coffee in hand to tell me I can walk into the yard to get the best angle of the light. The flower bed is his wife’s project he told me not wanting to take credit for her work that he loves. I love when folks greet me. I am more at home here now since the days of being the “creepy old guy with a camera.” LOL nearly six years now in Olympia.

There are mornings I stroll where the light, birds singing a cool breeze are enough. A few shots but just the light and the walk feed my soul.This was not one of those days. The grass at another friends house drenched in stark back light provided wonder to shoot.

Not over saturated in PS no in fact saturation and contrast was dialed down for these four images. Just my seeing, the perfect light provided for these exposures.

A gentle breeze the colors danced seeking a solo of focus with each shutter release.

But this short depth of field highlights the importance of negative space. Here as important as the focused subject.

In the center a white spec? A dust spot? No part of a spider web so strong holding between the shafts of color. A deep breath another image seen I stroll along.

peace pjc

August 2001 Dance In Seattle Japanese Gardens

December 10, 2016 By Peter J. Crowley 2 Comments

August 2001 a magical month part of a creative, productive year.

But Sept just after I flew home the world changed. The art world started a currently 15 years of disfavor and non support.

This isn’t about politics it is a celebration of my vision 330 rolls of film exposed in 2001, many images I am now seeing for the first time. It has always been about the next image.

A friend introduced me to Kim a dancer in Seattle. We met after my Workshop on Whidbey Island. We went to brunch and she showed me some of Seattle arriving at the Gardens I looked at the space as we waited to pay and enter. “Kim we can’t go in now.” I said “we need to go get you dance clothes.” Returning a half hour later we entered to a world on movement and magic.

2001 a time of change from Willi to Norwich for the next 15 years. More revitalization programs committees. More of the suicidal emphasis on NPOs everyone is a artist. All inclusive devaluing the professional artist. I continue singing my song to the few that listened. To be an artist is not a weekend hobby or an after school activity. It is a commitment to seeing, expressing, communicating being a metaphor for the human condition.