Peter J. Crowley

Fine Art Photographer

Too Much, of Too Little, of Too Many, of Not Enough, Projects

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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

image001 Ss15 Sat+10 Jan 1974 State Street Antiques Koda64January 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.

S60 Sat+10 B+10 Frozen Oak Leaf Await SpringMichael Sirak April 1973April 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.

S 15 Sat +10 Cnst +50 Providence Guitar and Banjo1982The 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.

BacklitHorseChristmasCrd06-85-05-5Coventry back to youth, trust, safety unable to find the map the journey stalled at a rest area. Where is the muse?

NC Dance 1986The 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. 

DSC_0017 S15 Sat+10 Sat Y+10 ShdHi Lgt 20 1-28-16January 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

East Haven, Cosey Beach Avenue a Year Right on the Sound

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What a place to start out on a visual journey by the sea there is something magical about the water. I walked the 2 miles of beach most days.  1972-73   a couple of images Tri X 400 D-76 vision sharper than technique. The man,bench and bike is East Haven?

Bike and Bench New Haven Harbor Web 1973 Roll 53 30The man,bench and bike is East Haven?

Kids of Cosey Beach H-C Low Tide 1972 Roll 63 4

A couple of the Cosey Beach Kids. They lived in the neighborhood but not in the beach front homes. I lived in a beachfront that was year round. The kids would play, explore and talk with me low tide High Contrast the beach in winter.

peace pjc

Photographic Art  The Circle and Season

The Seventies or for Those of us Who Didn’t Disco “The 60’s” Version 2

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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.

Fran 1973 72px Sad Poet Roll44 5The 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. 

peace pjc

Photographic Art The Seventies a Dancer by Francis’s Pond