Generations

The Frog, The Circus and Oliver

06.17.2015 by Peter J. Crowley // 7 Comments

Three and the world is imagination, magical in the life of a young frog. June second arriving at the Lacey Library. There are more frog books to add to the 64 she has read.
On the way to Sparkleberrys Back Yard Circus time to stop at The Lacey Library to check out “City Dog and Country Frog”

Time at age three is not really understood or necessary. It is either now or last year. So last year, April 7th we took her to one of her favorite places. The CapitalDome one word announced every time we drive by or if a photo of the Capital is seen anywhere we go it is “Capitaldome.” She has wanted to go visit and explore for close to the last year. Spring break and mommy and I go there with her. We both wonder how long she will like it, but after 2/3s of the second time we took the tour and 40 minutes of wandering and questions. Well she loved it, the man giving the tour said to the group that the last stop was to see photographs of the construction of the Capital. No one wanted to see that except The Little Excavator more questions more knowledge absorbed.

The Circus Parade, did anyone not know that she would be a Frog at the Circus

Lacey Family Fun Day, cotton candy, pony rides, a train around the grounds and a very large ear of corn which disappeared quickly.

A recent Sat. visit at my apt a fly flies by “Grandpa a fly” well Inara that is not any old fly that is Oliver he stopped by to visit. That look grandpa you’re silly. Oliver goes somewhere out of sight. “Wheres Oliver?” you know flies they find a spot and rest they are hard to find. Twinkling eyes wander around “Oliver, Oliver, where are you Oliver?” Oliver is now real a friendly visitor at grandpas. We play some more and Oliver reappears and disappears a number of times. Mommy will be here in a half hour to pick us up and the adventure will continue. But wait “Grandpa lets walk up to the restaurant [market where they have Starbucks and cookies] and go on the CityBus. Mommy will be here soon. “We’ll take the CityBus and meet her.” So shoes back on train picked up we head out I lock the door, she turns and says open the door grandpa. I do she sticks her head inside “see you later Oliver.” Just magic the adventure continues. peace pjc

Photographic Art First Saturday Adventure

A Lost Boy at the Portland Or. Union Train Station

09.04.2013 by Peter J. Crowley // Leave a Comment

Telling stories, creating emotions. The little boy looks across the waiting room to a grandmotherly women in line. She doesn’t know him the emotion I create here is of fear and being lost from the point of view of the boy. That is the story the emotion we have all felt at one time or another. enjoy pjc

The real story is the boy isn’t lost at all by stepping to the right I did not include his parents who were five feet to the right as their son took in the view of this magnificent old station and by composing [not cropping] the image to tell my tale, to create an emotion for you to add you story to the image.

Photographic Art Amtrak Abstract

A part of Fragments of my life the Amtrak Travels perhaps I should list the fragments? Thank you who have been commenting here.

Spring Colors and Sky Columbia Ct

05.07.2013 by Peter J. Crowley // Leave a Comment

Like an Impressionist view/painting the the trees pop with the color of new life yet as vivid as Autumn dappled color as if with a palette knife. Somewhere between here and there, I know this has been a theme of many posts looking back on my life as I travel RT.87 metaphorically. But now I sit and ponder where am I? On this journey from the 20th century to the 21st, resisting digital, yet addicted to the computer [this as all recent color work is digital] since the death of Kodachrome the dwindling number of labs that process E-6 color transparencies and my first love Black and White Film. I do process it myself but printing due to 2011-present Hospital/health odyssey I find it difficult painful to work in the dark for long.
Enough whining or back story. Reality or what passes for reality I wonder if I could print lot’s more, if I could but the apt. has over 1000 prints 15 of which are hanging at Higher Grounds Coffee House and Gallery. These images range from B+W to Kodachrome to digital all are pigment ink prints, a cross breeding of image making Between Here and There. I rarely use Photo Shop except to convert images to pixels to show you “Me.” Like a rift in the time continuum I sit between impressionism, film, digital. Digital provides instant gratification, yet also instantly forgotten while overpopulating the world of art photography. Instant art without the journey or emotion? Perhaps the journey is after the exposure? This image has had a little post process, perhaps I will work more with post process but when in my mind does the image become a painting rather than a photograph? This post of my thoughts is so 20th century way more than 140 characters. I could scan all the negs instead of printing them, another filing system then in a couple years I’d have to transfer to the latest forever file storage [remember cd’s were supposed to last forever? Now I read that forever is 3-5 years] I doubt that but will scan some as I travel back through 4 decades of images. More tomorrow the light and color is right. Comments here are appreciated thank you very much. enjoy pjc

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