Peter J. Crowley

Fine Art Photographer

Morning Light, Changing Times

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I stroll the morning light, over the years perhaps my most creative hours. Just me wandering through the universe of color, light, composition visual words telling stories. 

Windham Vt Sept. 2001

The light inspires, dances through the trees warming the body and mind.

Colchester Ct 2011

Morning the other golden hour.

Negril Jamaica 1982

Different looks through the rectangle, new places culture, Kodachrome life. I miss the morning light up with the sun. Bag loaded coffee in the pocket of my photo-vest. Negril walk till Pee Wees for breakfast. Cosey Beach E. Haven Ct. [70’s] the beach the sea the light never failed. Norwich stroll  to Kyrena’s, later to Merrihews for a fresh Portuguese roll more coffee and creative conversations.  

Feb. 2019 Olympia

Waiting for meds to kick in the morning light reflects on the wall and door, flashes in the mirror beckoning. The aroma of coffee turned on an hour or so earlier fills the air. Trying to stretch my dreams walking in the light of the past. Up to  coffee at the desk, the dream now seems simple get out in the morning light. The body and the mind struggle most often the body wins leaving me with this.

Olympia Feb. 2018

Outside my kitchen window, maybe tomorrow I will get beyond my window of life.

peace pjc

March 29 2016

Spare change

 

2019 – 2008 Why?

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How does one arrive in 2008 today. A specific image sought and found easily thanks to Heather who organized my files. Serendipity I choose winter trees. Jan 9th 2008 

                  Twenty one years ago a cold January day. I have reviewed these before never quite happy with the images. Not quite sharp 20mm FP4 Red Filter a bit of shake or shiver. Today I shiver without the cold Ct winds. Perhaps I am now more inclined to except the shiver and bright contrasting light. 

Layered Life La Stella 2002 Norwich.

 This from 2002 how does it fit today’s narrative. It doesn’t I don’t even like the word narrative. Agenda, brand, ya di ya di. Old remembering parents not understanding new. Now it’s me Photographic Art not content, edited [not the post process edit] for quality. Viewed before instant posting of everything on your camera I mean phone.

I wander through the years, my years without direction finding highlights and shadows. A volume of images/life fading away refusing to get with the flow. Art exquisitely presented, individual  visual words, not quick and cheap not today.  peace pjc

Photographic Art 2009 Happy New Year post. Every picture tells a story click.