Passionate Observer

Then to Now Old Portfolios, New Portfolios The Song I Sing

07.03.2016 by Peter J. Crowley // 1 Comment

1971 on the Staten Island Ferry a youthful Artist starts a journey. Eye contact, a gesture with camera a nod of yes an image made a nod of thanks. Respect a path is taken, a moment created between subject and artist.

The Big Apple to the City Bus in Olympia. “In Transit” the road goes on forever. June 29th heading to the market the triangles, back light a greeting, an explanation a moment created.

Youth a world to live in a value to hold Keeping the Child a difficult road to travel as the destination is grow up be serious make money discard your childhood dreams make money. Forget the journey it is the destination MONEY appropriate laughter. It is how you look not who you are. No U-Turns

The lilies come in spring, in youth, gently embrace the flower. The lily will return in spring another childhood, your childhood dream.

peace pjc

Photographic Art Summer Youth in Olympia

Content! I don’t Capture content.

05.04.2016 by Peter J. Crowley // Leave a Comment

A Life in Photographic Art my second book.

My friend Scot staged this for me at his and Kats wedding in June 2010. We have a running joke.

The Wedding Photographer Who needs a professional when you have AI in the palm of your hand. CONTENT. I don’t shoot content for Face Book or any other social nitwit site. But on FB there are groups of “Photographers” who’s poorly processed images arrive seconds after exposure for speed not quality is the need for plenty of cave drawing likes. Editing hell I shot 100 pictures and I will post them all quality no bother Goodnuff rules.

“In online forums the compulsion to offer an opinion whether or not one actually knows something about the subject” Premature articulation by Doug Anderson

Posting a link to an article about another Peter Crowley I was surprised? Dismayed? Amused by how many responses were made after reading the headline wondering why they didn’t know about my career in The NYC Music scene. There is more than 140 characters to a story but the story isn’t half as important as your glib response. Most likely your “I Being” was set on stun. Here I can say pretty much anything cause I am way beyond the sub prime attention span. Artificial Intelligence isn’t so smart. There is no artificial compassion unless you listen to Congress.

Kodachrome Phoenixville Ct 1979 The John Smith House.

Thirty seven years ago people made negatives created images, art. Now capturing the world around “I” on your hand held copy machine. Then post it as fast as possible for by the time the tide changes it will be washed away by more content. The really creative folks will edit in a Photo Process preset so as to be different like everyone else. Don’t take this to serious for the only real serious things are regurgitating your political preset and of course your lunch. Smile enjoy pjc

Photographic Art “I’m Obsolete”

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