Peter J. Crowley

A Life in Photographic Art

06.17.2016 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

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

03.29.2016 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

Fall to winter ramblings

12.10.2015 by Peter J. Crowley // 7 Comments

Nisqually National Wildlife Refuge Sept. 26th late afternoon light. Could be Vermont in the 70’s a farm a dirt road to visual adventures. But it’s the other side of the country the other side of life.

Dec 1st a stroll with film camera out before the deluge. Darkness 1pm ISO 400 1/125 F5.6 I shake the meter, test the batteries even cloudy this is not mid day light. A visit to the past waiting for the bus a 70’s era Olds cruises by Eight Cylinders straight pipes sounds of my youth. A one time subject possible muse too busy to shoot I understand, she needs not tell me. Creativity a passing fancy that briefly nourished my soul an appetizer to the main course that never arrives.

Traditions reading the paper my shoulder aches another part that needs repair. Like an old auto I move forward. Darkness, Darkness visiting this journal, film the window seat Capital Lake Park cold empty devoid of kites, volleyball nets, gleeful children, legs and fannies decorated in geometric brightly colored patterns hibernating….. Striped legs flash through the cafe thick wool, winter coat, scarf a momentary memory of summer. Abstraction as yet unfulfilled images perhaps they will bloom again in spring? Now bare trees gray light a winter sound track. peace pjc

Photographic Art