Fine Art Photographer
An Artist Proof of one Chapter of “A life in Photographic Art” printed as a tool for marketing to publishers and to sell to keep the project funded. Get your copy now for $25. Help keep my doors to my creativity open.
52 pages 43 images color and B+W
For a Signed copy mail check to
Peter J. Crowley
3139 Quince St. SE. #3
Olympia Wa. 98501
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Photographic Art Another door or two
Lush full seeking release
Warm moistened by morning dew
The bud gently quivers in the breeze
The stem erect pushes the bud
Fulfilling the promise of
The suns foreplay
The bud lips now opening
Nectar flowing wet with excitement
Organism tis spring
© Peter J. Crowley 5/8/08
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There was always “The Muse.” 1973 just started seeking, unsure of direction, not knowing the muse. Francis a friend from High School who I loved sweetly. We didn’t really date but our closeness was intense perhaps scary. Later I would realize I loved all the muses. She was a romantic realist we shared that outlook. Her in NY me in E. Ct both missing childhood. An afternoon by the pond in back of the “Museum” her parents home in Coventry. Where in High School we would hang out a very magical place and time. Four years later we played, created, a kiss and laughter for a few hours we traveled back to the garden.
The Sad Poet
I last saw Fran in the early eighties we were both struggling with demons. I was back in Coventry after being assaulted, pistol whipped in Providence while losing the love of my life. Fran struggling with a marriage. We were both in Coventry we hung out smiled over lunch. We will get together again soon. She called I was busy she going back to NYC, me chasing lost love. She said good bye, I was sad confused wanting to see her but trying to find…………The demons took her I never saw her again.
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Photographic Art The Seventies a Dancer by Francis’s Pond