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On my mind in the rectangle March 2nd 2021

March 2, 2021 By Peter J. Crowley 6 Comments

April 21st 2017 A bit of backlight impressionism another look today. I have learned a lot about digital processing.

February 23rd, 2021 a peek at spring in Pioneer Park Tumwater WaInara signs the first photograph she sold. Pretty cool for a nine Y.O. and Grandpa.

Layered Life at the Procession of the Species 2017Galilee R.I. 2004 a day with Arnold.

February 22nd, 2021 Rain a daily subject in the PNW. I seek the highlight.

peace

Filed Under: Abstraction, Color Fine Art, Digital and Film, Fine Art Photographs, Flowers, Nature, Olympia Wa., Photographic Art, Rain, Rhode Island, Seeing highlights, Spring, Washington Tagged With: Abstraction, Ambiance, Blending the past and the present, Color Fine Art photography, Flowers, Olympia, Reflections, Simplicity

A Day in Northampton Summer The 80’s

June 2, 2020 By Peter J. Crowley 5 Comments

Most days now I am up early sometimes even out for the morning light. More flowers on my walks new inhaler better breathing, less inspired by the flowers but the air is cleaner. Birds singing, children  playing rarely close enough to catch but a glimpse. In my mind I am a child part of the chorus of glee. Inside it is me, Miles, John, Duke, and Oliver.  Searching my archives seeking my Photo Journalism for the Connecticut State Library. The haystack is full of distractions never printed negatives, old favorites. I live here in memories, stories of happy times before the world I loved died. It is said an artist creates for themselves. I enjoy folks seeing my images but not enough to live this day on Anti Social Media. The anxiety of hate and hopelessness amplifies my stress with a negative effect on my COPD. So here I will be telling stories living in my own time. Just me, Inara Wings of Fire, Dragons Life a virtual life. Liz shops and we garden with an occasional vision quest. 

Summer Northampton

Omelettes,  BLT’s  a cold soda. Start or finish  a day trip.

City Taxi pre-Uber I imagine Smithies rides to Amherst  for parties, the days game, an autumn afternoon. Just around town or sitting on the bench waiting for friends returning from home after a break. Another time another place.  At an outdoor concert 1985 two stages, Tom Rush, Jerry Jeff Walker many in the crowd scurried away for the food concessions stopped in their tracks when Jerry Jeff started to wail not the country music they expected. Settling in again as a strong breeze blew some of their Cocaine of the mirror. No one was upset I’m sure there was more. 

Catching some rays on the Y’s fire escape. Perhaps a human perhaps a dummy we never spoke. Many days spent in Northampton an oasis of creativity, studios, gallerias,  trendy shops, and cafes. Pretty people a blend of old and new architecture. I would go up to Amherst Wednesday to help layout the Valley Advocate after the Hartford edition began. I was the first staff photographer in Hartford.  Working full time as a paste up artist 2nd shift at the Hartford Courant surprisingly I often was sick Wednesday nights recovering at the Advocate in Amherst. 

Back to her dorm just a silhouette rushes back, a days classes ending, a forgotten book? So many tales these walls hold Dorms eloquent designs from the past well kept telling stories of prestige. One of the Seven Sisters dating back to the late 1800’s originally all Women’s Colleges.  Barnard, Smith, Mount Holyoke, Vassar, Bryn Mawr, Wellesley, and Radcliffe were given the name “the Seven Sisters” in 1927, because of their relative affiliations with the men’s colleges.  The schools are also sometimes referred to as “the Daisy Chain” or “the Heavenly Seven.” The name Seven Sisters is also a reference to the Greek myth of The Pleiades, the seven daughters of the Titan Atlas and the sea-nymph Pleione.

Composing in the viewfinder.  How I work I saw this light my angle was right for the detail I wanted of the two people on bicycles. A second shot squared up the frame  frame but in 4-5 seconds the two were gone. That image doesn’t make the grade. No Photo Shop, no crop seeing the entire frame subject and negative space.  My process, technique no screen to see if I got the subject. I got it I knew seeing the details not just the subject.  Dance, theater, movement understanding I had to shoot 1/2 second prior to create the moment I wanted. One image at a time fire cock fire. Process often three bodies in the bag slow Apx 100, TriX 400 or 800, color negs or transparencies. TriX the in hand body for most trips, Rarely shooting the same image in both B+W or Color seeing in B+W but noticing a color image switching cameras. The big bag full when I left, Free to see whatever on a journey. Now a little bag a decision of what to carry  when I head out. Then often seeing an image for a lens didn’t have in the bag. Having two diggies has alleviated  that somewhat. A roll of TriX sits in my home I may try to manually focus with a Nikon F next time? No room in the bag for 3 bodies and four lenses. 

Always time for a cookie, a scone or Portuguese Sweet Bread strolling Fox Point in Providence in love. But those days by the bay on cobblestone streets a memory that has burned off like the morning fog. Another time another place. 

 

Today there will be new memories that will burn off like the fog by a new bay. Today I’ll visit the 80’s a time of process, love and a hope for a highlight. Peace

peace pjc

 

Filed Under: B+W Fine Art, B+W Silver Gelatin, Fine Art Photographs, Fire Escape, Food, Galleries., Nikon, Old Roads, Reflecting on past, Summer Tagged With: B+W Fine Art Photography, Blending the past and the present, Silver Gelatin, Street Photography

Morning Light, Changing Times

March 12, 2019 By Peter J. Crowley Leave a Comment

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

 

Filed Under: B+W Fine Art, Color Fine Art, Film, Fine Art Photographs, Kodachrome, Norwich Ct, Olympia Wa., Photographic Art, Vermont, Willimantic Tagged With: B+W Fine Art Photography, Blending the past and the present, Color Fine Art, Olympia, Simplicity

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