Identity

My History, My Face

February 10, 2020 By Peter J. Crowley 13 Comments

Mar Lea appts. Ashford CT. First place I lived after the marriage split. A dark time Kirsten visits rarely from daily adventures, out to lunch. Gardening, walking with her ducks to Fritz’s. New things found and once in a while lousy pancakes. Now just a day and a half twice a month if I was lucky.

Madison Ct. at Jim and Carla’s visiting for the weekend of the Durham fair. A Molson Golden Ale, a Lunar Pro and a Nikon F. tools of the trade.

Olympia 2016 Molly’s photo of me and my journal.

Cosey Beach E. Haven Ct. 1972? We lived on the water or at times in the water. Perched on a little knoll around 17 inches above sea level. But winter storms combined with a full moon the water got very close. Hurricanes flooded the street on the non sound side. Yikes motor boats evacuations we watched, friends would come to see for power of nature eating brownies watching waves crashing over two story cottages party on….WOW!

My Intern Molly Walsh did a series of me in May 2017. A Punk Rock Juke Box tee a Conn College dance print. Editing, archiving a process that continues slowly. I am currently seeking a new intern. Local to Olympia inquire mail@peterjcrowley.comA braided beard, art direction and photo by Inara.

January 2020 a Zoo York tee from Kirsten one of three keeping me warm. Liz my care giver has learned to use my camera like Inara they do well with this odd subject.

An outtake from my Press Pass photo at the Stratford News 1973. The free press news feature weekly, The Shakespeare Theater, day to day life community news. A hippie photo journalist accepted by the community.

This from 1972 previous from ’73 a year and a half later after a trim. “Your hair is getting good in the back” Frank Zappa. This pass still resides in my wallet. From the 70’s to the mid 2014 in Ct. a ticket to almost everything.

peace pjc

A Life in Photographic Art

June 17, 2016 By Peter J. Crowley Leave a Comment

Here are the details a six minute slide show many new images. Share my posts, comment here and on social media make it personal, I collect Peter’s work, I studied with him, posed for him people are more involved by words than a like button. Thanks

The New Book A Life in Photographic Art

Forty five years, many portfolios by a passionate observer. Sometimes a romantic realist, sometimes social commentary. Always motion/emotion always composed in the viewfinder “the decisive moment” is the shutter being tripped.

Motion

Emotion

Real

Surreal

Many views, same vision stories real and surreal. Essays and poems life mine a metaphor for the times. Walkins Glen Festival, Dance, Theater, People, The Muse, Figures, The War, Recession, Revitalization, Love, Woodstock Nation, The Draft, Train Travel, seeing pondering commenting. Many images one identity.

enjoy pjc

Photographic Art Thoughts about me and by me

Too Much, of Too Little, of Too Many, of Not Enough, Projects

March 29, 2016 By Peter J. Crowley 1 Comment

Too much, keeping pace with life creating commenting moving in a direction the journey continues. Back to film the 70’s, 80’s 90’s. Swirling from age four to sixty six in a 1/250th of a second. A brief ramble through 45 years a beginning, a tease, a new book, a retrospect. Now Available Another Door Entered a sample chapter from A Life in Photographic Art

January 1974 a cold morning stroll on State Street New Haven. It was very cold but the light was perfect a thin gray overcast sun softened by the clouds. I knew I had it one image made Kodachrome 64 and walk on to the next shot. This image had a feeling that knowing you had spoken that there was more to say. The journey will go on the moment brief lasting forever created. Forty two years later the moment this moment still feels right.

April 1973 a walk in the woods of Columbia Ct. Mike Sirak’s parents home. Frozen puddles speak of the past season shivering Mike and I wander seeing abstract color patterns seeking spring in frozen Oak leafs.

The sound track was as sweet as I will ever know as the eighties dawned in Providence in love with a women then the city. The moments, multiple moments erupting in the theater, dancing across my shutter plane. I was the moment, the muse. The fall was a devastating crash, a betrayal, a pistol… seeking a place to hide.

Coventry back to youth, trust, safety unable to find the map the journey stalled at a rest area. Where is the muse?

The Dance of color, light, seeing returns slowly. The North Carolina Dance Theater invites me to dance the blues away. The muse visits, structure, determination, hope, life. The journey re starts. Trains, ferries, summer my daughter propel the journey forward.

January 2016 the station is now Olympia. The Wolf dances with the Bears the circle nears completion.

So that’s the story of my journey, seeking the highlight finding the muse. Forty Five years of visual and verbal comments on the human condition. Forty thousand images whittled down to six images and a few words here a preview, taste of my new book. Seeking a publisher investors want to be part of the journey? Email me mail@peterjcrowley.com or just contribute here start a trend, pave the Road Between Here and There

Photographic Art 1998 North Dakota the eyes of a poet sing a song of peace