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June Thirteenth 2017

06.22.2017 by Peter J. Crowley // 2 Comments

There is always the Flowers

There is always the flowers

A meaningful image

A face, a form, a metaphor,

A muse

Many old images populate my circle

No images in _ No images out

There is always the flowers

Soul an image that speaks

A story told and retold

The Rectangle is empty

There is always the flowers

I still seek the highlight and shadows

Contrast communication

Life is middle gray

Meds, meals, meals meds bed

The dream  awakened by reality

There is always the flowers

The rectangle in dark

© Peter J. Crowley June 13th 2017

peace pjc

A Life in Photographic Art

Categories // A Life in Photographic Art, B+W Fine Art, Black and White Fine Art Photography, Fine Art Photography, Flowers, Olympia Wa., Poem, Poetry, Uncategorized

Portraits without People

06.08.2017 by Peter J. Crowley // 3 Comments

Walker Evans work on the FSA project had many images of sharecroppers homes. Interiors, portraits of the people without the person. The photos created a strong emotional bond to the culture and life of the persons home and self.  I have always been inspired by Walker having met him in the 70’s. I try and create images that speak of the person what they value and save. Who they are.

Layers

Life

  A Pixel becomes a person.

peace pjc

Photographic Art Identity

Categories // A Life in Photographic Art, B+W Fine Art, Emotion, Fine Art Photographs, Olympia Wa., Passionate Observer, People, Soul, Washington Tags // B+W Fine Art Photography, Blending the past and the present, Color Fine Art, Humanity, Photographic Art, Portraits

A Moment, an Hour Without Time or Place

05.23.2017 by Peter J. Crowley // 1 Comment

A Pill and  cool coffee as I recline on my bed. Miles music plays to silence and the body disappears………………………just the mind in a place where there is no time,             no before or after.      A meditative trance like state no broken body just the mind wandering through………………….

I pull out of the Crosbie lot on North St. waiting as two cars hurry to the red light a formidable black women cuts to the side line as her skinny white friend prepares a crack back block ………

she leans over my shoulder laughing whispers of the sweet song of youth…….

the moment passes reality returns and I am late to the dance.

peace pjc

More words of art and life

 

Categories // B+W Silver Gelatin, Childhood, Color Fine Art, Emotion, Olympia Wa., Poetry, Uncategorized, Verbal images, Willimantic Tags // Abstraction, Ambiance, Blending the past and the present, Color Fine Art, Olympia, Real and Surreal, Silver Gelatin

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