Peter J. Crowley

Fine Art Photographer

The Circle and Season Feb 22nd March 14th, 2022

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The circle became smaller this season. Spring.

A new Spring window view that rarely changes.

My circle has become very small filled with stress and depression. I continue to make Art.

The staff here takes great care of me. On a first visit to my circle a respiratory therapist quipped ” I hear you have a chronic condition of constant creating of laugher.”

Layered Life. So my work continues as I work to escape this tiny circle. There is more art and emotion to make out there.

The professionals at St. Peter’s are the most caring compassionate staff  I have encountered in my far to experienced study.

The past will become the present again.

peace my friends

Please comment here don’t fill my FB timeline with care emojis or thoughts and prayers

 

 

 

Winter Around and About in My Head. Swirling Memories Visit from Prior Decades.

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The world slows down for me in Winter still shut in by the plague just a key board to communicate. Now in the 73rd winter my thoughts only response is emojis?

Is that all there is?

The Little Girl and the Rabbit wait for spring. Jan 2022

Shadow drawings Jan 31st a cold day just out my door.

Late 2000 in Colchester Ct. bare birches. 

Autumn in Eastern Ct. October along the Eight Mile River in East. Haddam Ct

The American Dream

August 2015 music in Sylvester park we danced to freedom and comfort like it would never end.

Nick Lacy visiting in December made this portrait of me in 2018. He is an excellent Photographer, really look how great he made me look

Percival Landing on Jan. 28th one of the few sunny days in January

 

Peace my friends 

November Fifth 2021 A Tree ————-An Ent

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The historic tree down the street a subject often shot. Like Arnold Prince told me the figure is in the stone you just bring it out. The image was in my head but hadn’t been released. November 5th I saw it at last. 

I stood in the street drinking coffee as the tree and clouds shared many moods.

Brilliant color from nature and my minds eye.

Dark, cold stormy this Giant Ent had tales to tell. I listened for over thirty minutes. The thoughts warm sepia bringing comfort to strong dark, cold and stormy.

The sky provided rapidly changing frames for me to create.

November 3rd another favorite hard wood of mine. Maybe it is their age or that there are fewer out west than in Connecticut. 

Color surrounds the last leaves.