Fine Art Photographer
There is a breeze
A gentle breeze
A cool breeze
A highlight
Sometimes it is all I have
Sometimes it is enough
Simple little highlights
Feed my soul
Feed my creative mind
There is a breeze
A cool, gentle, highlight
Today there is a breeze
peace pjc
Speed to distraction for lingering may allow for thought. All your devices that save you time convenient. What do you do with this time? Do you own your cat or does it own you? Do you use your phone or does it use you? Time to feed the cat, to get more apps. to spend time learning to use apps to save you time. The time you spend looking at anything gets shorter and shorter. Add motion to the mix and now to see great art it is animated Picasso paintings. Why to prevent you from pondering seeing beyond the surface. What is it that floats the boat on social media and life? So many platforms to not speak clearly on, be brief, say little or nothing and use a provided cave drawing. On a BBC feature about motion, marketing and greed a trend to fast and brief was studied the findings were shorten the attention span of the people online. Allow only time to spend on an imaginary future on your phone at 10 second or less intervals, longer would allow for memories, emotions, creative thought. Resulting in lower profits. Below a comment on this image says everything without an Emojy. Andrea can still see.
“I have spent so many times with good friends in taverns with tables and chairs similar to the one in your wonderful shot. Remaking the world, remaking the arts, remaking emotions.”
Too much, keeping pace with life creating commenting moving in a direction the journey continues. Back to film the 70’s, 80’s 90’s. Swirling from age four to sixty six in a 1/250th of a second. A brief ramble through 45 years a beginning, a tease, a new book, a retrospect. Now Available Another Door Entered a sample chapter from A Life in Photographic Art
January 1974 a cold morning stroll on State Street New Haven. It was very cold but the light was perfect a thin gray overcast sun softened by the clouds. I knew I had it one image made Kodachrome 64 and walk on to the next shot. This image had a feeling that knowing you had spoken that there was more to say. The journey will go on the moment brief lasting forever created. Forty two years later the moment this moment still feels right.
April 1973 a walk in the woods of Columbia Ct. Mike Sirak’s parents home. Frozen puddles speak of the past season shivering Mike and I wander seeing abstract color patterns seeking spring in frozen Oak leafs.
The sound track was as sweet as I will ever know as the eighties dawned in Providence in love with a women then the city. The moments, multiple moments erupting in the theater, dancing across my shutter plane. I was the moment, the muse. The fall was a devastating crash, a betrayal, a pistol… seeking a place to hide.
Coventry back to youth, trust, safety unable to find the map the journey stalled at a rest area. Where is the muse?
The Dance of color, light, seeing returns slowly. The North Carolina Dance Theater invites me to dance the blues away. The muse visits, structure, determination, hope, life. The journey re starts. Trains, ferries, summer my daughter propel the journey forward.
January 2016 the station is now Olympia. The Wolf dances with the Bears the circle nears completion.
So that’s the story of my journey, seeking the highlight finding the muse. Forty Five years of visual and verbal comments on the human condition. Forty thousand images whittled down to six images and a few words here a preview, taste of my new book. Seeking a publisher investors want to be part of the journey? Email me mail@peterjcrowley.com or just contribute here start a trend, pave the Road Between Here and There
Photographic Art 1998 North Dakota the eyes of a poet sing a song of peace