Fine Art Photographer
Old roads rolling back
the fifties, sixties
old houses worn with time
the past peeling
rusted roofs, broken fences,
little cottages persevere
spinning tales
sometimes a whisper
sometimes a scream
treading water
another season
another life
© Peter J. Crowley
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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 visit with Rees, a trip towards Rainier. Silver Gelatin negatives made soon to be scans. A rebirth creating with a 1967 Nikon like the first camera I owned as a first year student at Paier 1971 the feel is the same home comfort creativity. All the new cameras composites Plastic, light convenient, Plastic. Eight, nine pounds of brass and glass forty four years later it is the same, it is right 21 or 65 this is me.
Not Silver Gel. it will take a few days to have scanned. Patience for the creative process but there is the instant gratification image.
Good folks who gave us directions back. No signs for Olympia 30 miles away in Yelm. Well it is only the state capitol.
After a long couple days of travel a nap before Seinfeld.
enjoy pjc