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
Site updated new galleries, B+W fine Art, Color Fine Art, Flora Flowers Nature
Ocean Shores
peace pjc
The current chapter in A Life in Photographic Art. Here for four months the light is seen. The light and me still just visiting.
Title from “Won’t you try, Saturday Afternoon.” Jefferson Airplane Who knows the next line? Written by Paul Kantner from a wonderful Album “After Bathing at Baxters.”
Window reflections, Light, Coffee, last Sat February 28th at Burial Grounds for a LB of Dark Knight great rich coffee. I found inspiration in the window and
sun splashed red curls multi tasking in the front window inspiring.
Some posts are fine art some just day to day documents of life my life. But hey isn’t life Art? Mine is enjoy my work here as my friend Andrea Hupke de Palacio refers to my site as strolling through my visual garden. enjoy pjc
Photographic Art More Coffee in Willimantic Ct. traveing old roads.
A Life in Photographic Art my second book details here
Morning in Olympia, no really daybreak I rarely see this maybe it is still time zones, bad sleep, pain? But today the sun has come up dancing through my window. Old roads in Willi I always saw the Sun Rise. Norwich the first 10 years up and out early for I only had North windows but the Coffee was hot and the company was invigorating creative from Kyrena’s to Merrihews both opened at 8 but the door was open to me when I arrived between 7 and 7:30 warm Portuguese rolls at Merrihews and by the second third cup of joe Kyrena was bringing me a small plate of the lunch special. Try this Peter yum it was always perfect. Does it need a little more … Maybe a touch. The Reverend Jim at Kyrena’s and Shannon, Jim played a starring roll throughout my travels and the changing Coffee shops forward to City Perk and Kokopeleis. Latitudes on weekends at first and Joanne enters along Michelle who I had photographed through the window of Kyrena’s with Berta and The Scribe serving coffee. Kokopeli’s my Grumpy cup from Amanda was always full. The Muse was blooming.
Jeff and Jennifer Bishop holding doors open for me even thought I was dead during the 2011 troubles. Jeff helping me into the digital age while keeping my focus solid in film. Jennifer a calm voice to answer insulin questions and be there laughing about growing up together before we met. Two reasons to love the internet. Rees from Flagstaff another pixel friend who has become a real life confident creative and highly into B+W
I sit and write remembering a yellow poster with a wooden stool on it my daughter had in her room when she was “3ie” “Sometimes I sit and think, sometimes I just sit.” The Muse will be here soon and my mind will be taken to wonderful realms of creativity. Many more friends have held doors for me Marko sending me music when I need now listening to Punk Rock Jukebox from 2011 dedicated to me while I was hospitalized. peace pjc
Photographic Art Silver Gelatin Figures