Peter J. Crowley

Fine Art Photographer

Community, Humanity grow well at the Olympia Farmers Market

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People blooming in my rectangle at The Olympia Farmers Market.

A bowl of Pozole just delicious and a great subject at Los Tulenos July 16th 2021.

Spinning wool at Iron Wool Works June 24th 2021.

July 16th 2021 These two were sparkling laughter raining on all as I made the images.

July 16th A warm story she is telling me as her mind is fills with memories. We share a moment. 

Pausing for a portrait in between laughs and memories. A tough decision what to post?  The answer was use 3 of the many shots I made. 

Me you want a photo of me. Yes I do an image made. I’m pleased and hope he will see this and feel the same. The image always the image no longer shooting for publication I neglect to get names. 

July 31st this man and I struck up a conversation Jazz, photography, art, life. There is a bit of ham at the market he laughed as he was “Styling.” We chatted as friends picking up the banter from the last time we spoke. Like an old friend who I had never met. 

Eyes isn’t that what it is all about? My first visit to the farmers market June 24th after a long cold winter of no travel out side my apartment it was spring. I could go out and make portraits of people, portraits of life. Evan in a mask these eyes have so much to say.

July 16th Emily Jack at OlyKraut.com. The light at the market is low but my subjects burn brightly.

Across the street he stood and he played real good on his flute for free. Altered quote from Joni Mitchell. Basking is a hard way to share your talent we stood and listened he was very good.

Be it 1968 in my youth or this summer the mating ritual is the same. A bad composition cutting the feet without negative space but I was lost in my feelings of youth. The image happened quickly and was gone much like youth. 

Entering the market are bricks engraved with the names of market supporters. Those who back this island of humanity and peace. Thank you everyone my creativity grows with each visit and the food is grand. peace

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

 

Studio Photos

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Bolton Lake Ct. the 80’sWillimantic Ct. 1996 a very productive period. 

The Muse a chance meeting in Paradise at lunch. Next morning the Studio on Bellevue and years of sessions. Hundreds  of images many never printed or scanned. Reaching into my 80th decade they may be lost. 

Working with a single person repeatedly you may think is repetitious boring. But no way each session was new with wonderful moments each a highlight. Thoughts about our work, hers and mine.  

Here a test with Ilford SFX a film that can feel like IR but more controllable in exposure and process.

Here I show studio work with women, motion emotion, eyes. I’m asked why no men? Seinfeld said men’s bodies are utilitarian but that isn’t it at all men’s walls are thick rarely are their souls within reach. Women have been celebrated throughout time in art. Yes there was David but in my life he is almost impossible to find and I wonder if Leonardo worked with a camera what would David’s eyes say. 

peace pjc