Peter J. Crowley

The Editing Process, Time Travel……

02.20.2016 by Peter J. Crowley // 3 Comments

Youth still seeking a ladder to my tree fort. Early 70’s on the way back from a Stratford News assignment only in my twenties but looking back to tree climbing, secret places. Some many images, experiences so much life.

Mountain from Manchester Ct. days

A concert in someones yard with Mountain offering free dogs. He never slept and always smiled. Once on a 19 Foot Daysailor with a couple of friends, a foggy day off Bridgeport, mountain eating cashews “can I have one?” “They’re electric.” Sure eat a couple and drift on a windless day into the now colorful fog. When a Texaco Tanker appeared 100yds away the capt. said we should get out of here the ship didn’t see us and if it were closer we would capsize. Home to the Capt. house where we had fried chicken with his dad a Minister we didn’t eat much just picked at the food and watched. Then up to his bedroom to review a copy [1st edition museum quality prints] of Dante’s Inferno with original etchings by Durer Whoa what a long strange trip.

Cosey Beach 1972-3 on my walk many miles traveled since yet I still walk and seek the next image the next adventure. The next moments of childhood. The big sister leads the youger brothers linger. A new book is in the works early edits some shown here. Tales that highlight my life, the image an imaginary biography.

enjoy pjc

Photographic Art More childhood

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.

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Notes and Quotes, A 3 YO World View.

08.21.2015 by Peter J. Crowley // 8 Comments

Leaving after an afternoon with me she stops on the walk outside and squarts down examining something looking back she motions me to come over gets up takes me by the hand to the spot where there is a dead earth worm. In a very solemn voice “it’s a worm he is dead. It is very sad.”

Transition is a big thing for 3YOs from PJs to clothes, etc screaming, whining as mommy brushed her hair to go away for a weeks vacation. Standing there watching sipping on my first coffee mommy finishes she hops down and says to me,

“I Farted in Mommy’s lap”

Transition from a toddler to a pre school-er is tough so many changes so many new responsibilities. So much more right out there on the horizon, almost reading, almost able to swim. “I don’t want to wear those shoes!!” This refrain will be a constant. Learning to tell time I hope will make picking shoes and other changes easier.

Sitting in the car while mommy pays a bill we talk of plants, animals simple three Y.O. talk she explains the difference between nocturnal, and diurnal. Golden earring on the radio she asks grandpa do you like this music? Yes I do, do you? ” Not so much.” Wednesday is concert night in Sylvester Park downtown. Spinning, dancing, running, collecting feathers “grandpa where is your camera bag? Where can I put the feathers?

Cereal in the car, a frozen corn dog, pizza slices at the park an ice cream followed by a Gelato we walk back to the car.

“Grandpa can we go to the restaurant?”

Not really hungry but she likes the ambiance of cafe society. She is after all my granddaughter. Not tonight maybe tomorrow. What are you doing tomorrow mommy? We are going on a bike ride. From the back “We can stink on the bike trail.” Laughing mommy says we shower after the bike rides. She will be here soon we will be going to the restaurant after my Dr. appt. enjoy pjc we certainly will

Photographic Art Flowers, Fauna, Nature she smells all flowers even the plastic ones in stores.