Peter J. Crowley

Life’s Big Truths, Words Words

04.18.2016 by Peter J. Crowley // 3 Comments

A Life in Photographic Art my second book.

Grandpa there’s Macaroni under the stove.

Yes Inara there is, in fact most homes in the U.S have Macaroni under the stove. That look???? a moment to ponder and a nod of agreement. We were having lunch at Oldschool Pizzeria the other day. Garlic Knots or Knot Bread as they are called. An episode of Abbot and Costello happened. What are you eating Tancern? “Knot Bread” ok if you are not eating bread what are you eating? Grandpa it’s Knot Bread. Alright not bread but what are you eating? This little banter of “Who’s on First” style went on for five minutes Eyes rolling laughing we finished the Knot Bread. The word games punctuate our strolls. Last summer after clamming her and Daddy found a little crab in the bucket. Mom told her they would put it back near/in the sound in the morning. Why wait she thought so she brought the crab to the stereo and put it by a speaker.

Thursday sunny downtown Mom shopping we head for Ice Cream walking down from Blue we visit a few murals hand in hand we call it fingers for crossing streets today she just likes holding my hand.

A bit of climbing after Ice Cream at Grandpa’s Soda Fountain and Ice Cream Parlor Climbing like running is essential. We head back to the car stopping at Blue a women comes in and says hi that she had seen us dancing up the street. Out to the street mom tells me when she picked you up at school she could hear the whole class howling? Did you get that started? AAahhooo she reply’s a man coming down the street says hey I know you sounding good. He knows her from Batdorf’s.

Saturday morning out to Batdorf’s early for a scone and a furious game of Lady Bugs. There is a scone in the case two in fact but no one is a reflection. The laughter continues “That’s Silly” Back at the table we laugh about the two scones. I say you know we actually got both scones. That Look? When we took the real one the reflection disappeared. A window table, Lady Bug board on window seat a burst of crumbs laughter, Aphids, Praying Mantis’s a busy Sat. morning at the coffee shop but. It’s me and you grandpa Ally’s and Art animals and reflections on to the Farmers Market to eat lunch with mom we howl to find her. Some dancing and carrots eat 3 more and a treat. Cotton Candy? Dancing and a cotton candy search. Ice cream is a good substitute. To the South Sound Estuary. This adventure to be continued.

Photographic Art Arts Walk April 2015

That’s Silly, That’s Cool

12.24.2015 by Peter J. Crowley // 11 Comments

She sees something I should see she says “That’s Silly.” I in-turn see something she should see I say “That’s Cool.” So I ask her when she says that sometimes it is silly, but sometimes it is cool what you want me to see? She looks and ponders, the car goes alongwe pass something she likes wants me to see, “That’s Cool” I agree it was cool colorful, creative, unusual which is what I mean by cool. Later we pass something else from the back she hoots “That’s silly!” It was and grandpa smiles.

Next month 4Y.O. time races by faster than a speeding 3 YO and that’s fast. Here are a few moments from recently for me but long ago for her. There is little time to linger as there is something new, something always comes next.

The first real haircut with Jason at Jamie Lee and Company. She sat very still and the bangs are not in here eyes. We played with the kitties, looked at the art and laughed while mom had her hair cut.

In September we were meeting mom downtown she noticed the shadows and I talked about how at the end of the day shadows grew fast. Standing for a few minutes we watched them increase in length. Take a picture grandpa. It was cool.

Boo Bash at The Hands On Children’s Museum where she was a Penguin. We sat for a picture in a giant chair now that’s silly.

There were snakes and lizards to pet and a real Herpetologist to meet.

Turtles, a Hissing Madagascan Cockroach, a glow in the dark tee shirt to make. Something always comes next, Grandpa grandpa she squeals above the din of 300 + kids racing from event to event so much to see and do. To touch she wants to touch everything it is a way of understanding the world around tactile communication. The movies she watches, the books she reads Mostly Nat Geo or Nova. Science videos, documentaries it is plain that people are a boring animal. Ahwooo she howls I am Trancern the king of the wolves.

enjoy pjc

Photographic Art

New Haven, Room to Move

07.07.2013 by Peter J. Crowley // Leave a Comment

Forty one years ago I lived a few block from here, 10 years ago and the prior 10 or so years I worked at the SCSU Theater Dept. In June I was back as a visitor. As I sit at the keyboard I remember the New Haven chapter of my life. My daughter was born there, now she is a mommy too and I’m a very happy grandpa. A rich man in the art of seeing documenting life 1/250th of a second and an 8×10 traveling back creates many stories. Some I’ll tell when the retrospect is complete, some here teasers as a metaphor for the world around me a documentary self portrait. Now at 2 pm I’m off to the hot sun and a cool friend one who has lived the metaphor with me for 40 plus years. peace pjc

Photographic Art making stew in New Haven