Peter J. Crowley

Fine Art Photographer

Percival Landing and around the block this week.

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What is in the my viewfinder the last week.

Wednesday Aug. 11 before we all were sweltering.  I met these 3 coming up my street. They were happy to pose, they were just happy people. As  I spoke to them the little guy listened but was shy with words. I asked him if the Apple was good. No words but his answer was heard loud and clear. 

Morning light at Percival was perfect and a cool breeze made for a creative stroll. Sweet simplicity, vibrant color dances across my image. 

A breeze of Golden light shimmers through the grass by the Sound

Back light on North Street August 6th the light is spectacular most of the time. Seeing this light is up to you. Just look at where you are, not where you are rushing to. 

A fine week. Bring on the dancing girls. Percival Landing August 9th.

I saw these two walking towards me up the walk about 20 ft. working on dance moves. I set the light for this spot. When they arrived I said “want to do those steps you were doing before for my camera?” Their eyes met briefly a giggle and “sure.” I made these two images it was a fun moment. 

 

 

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

 

Sunday July 26, 2020 Morning Light

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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