Peter J. Crowley

The State Fair, Upside Down Traveling Through the Imagination

10.14.2015 by Peter J. Crowley // 6 Comments

September twenty first three kids, two moms and a grandpa join thousands of others at the fair. Food, Fun, Colors Sounds and Scary Rides.

Well scary for moms and grandpas. But not for the fearless 3’s a trampoline triple flips “higher, higher.” She wants to go on the slingshot 200+ feet in the air. Mom “you can go on it when you are 25.” “I’m 36 [inches] this year and can go on the giant slide.”

Meeting up we talk about what to do first. But the friends watch in wonder of so much going on hands held contemplating the rides. We can do that, not scary fun rides fast. The quiet thoughts evaporate and the fun begins.

All that is cool isn’t scary, there are tractors to plow the fields of imagination. With three kids the harvest is bountiful. The barns with piglets feeding on the video screen if you can’t get close, bunnies, birds and wonder. More then you can absorb in just one day “Grandpa Grandpa look at ………………… Faster faster Grandpa Grandpa.”

Sometimes the story is told with images, you can hear the laughter, feel the warmth and connection between children. Little hands, big hearts sharing each others joy and fear. At 3 you see clearly just seeing without the filters, walls, fear imposed and taught to you. I strive to be 3 seeing with my eyes and my heart. Telling the story with images for many more than three years.

The Ferris wheel at night shot at extremely high ISO a bit of grain [noise the new language] I knew it would be there I wanted the grain. The feel of film an understanding of the light my element.

Bacon certainly one of the most marketed foods lately, Vodka, Perfume gotta be Bacon. The Fair is not about low fat or cholesterol. The flavors of the fair enhance the air a potpourri of the senses. In the 70’s I had a couple friends who would raise a pig or two a year, fed on garden scraps and from a couple fine restaurants. I would only eat Bacon at their house. Once you have had home grown well the plastic package of chemistry from the market is not edible. A slab on the cutting board smoked out back. Cut your own how thick what ever you want. Jerry Garcia on the stereo Sunday mornings …………….Drifting a bit here.

The Tiger Coaster with Mom and her friends Just fun, just fun. enjoy pjc

Photographic Art Walkins Glen 1973

Daddy Got Some “Eye Candy” and Gave Me Some.

10.09.2015 by Peter J. Crowley // Leave a Comment

Well that’s what she said as we walked to the car after arts walk. My daughter, me and the woman 20 feet ahead laughing uncontrollably. Where does she get this? Pre school and telling jokes new to her but our laughter encourages we continue to the car a pleased smile across her face. At Nisqually National Wildlife Refuge on Sept 26th we stroll into the Insects Extravaganza first stop the Honey Bee Booth. She greets the woman at the booth and launches into her stand up routine, “What’s the biggest Ant in the world? pause “the elephant.” Ta Dum she had tried the joke on us and feeling the response was good she took it on the road.

But not all fun there is science to learn over to the life cycle of a Salmon she wants this explained.

Art and Salmon, Mom look a Glitter blue eye, it’s a real fish. Mom I’m eating vegetarian today.

A teacher from The South Sound Estuary remembered Inara from December and took her over to the rail on the deck. There behind the sign was a Red-Eye Tree Frog she pulls me in for a close look, then a gentle touch and the frog hops away. She glows and “Ribit’s” a thank you. In her frog life she is a Red-Eye Tree Frog which I am sure she told the teacher in Dec. and I think the teacher remembered.

There was a a parade, she was a parrot, a story inside an inflatable fish and some real food hidden under the jelly.

Eat the bread too see it, under the jelly.

A couple of adventures spliced together as notes and memory merge. At three it is moments not as much as days, smiles, learning and licking up the jelly of life. With an eye candy chaser.

Photographic Art Nature a short walk away to sit on a bank of sand and watch the river flow.

Olympia Faces, Thoughts a Bit of a Rant S.O.S.

09.03.2015 by Peter J. Crowley // 5 Comments

Another cool wet morning,

I miss the morning light, golden sharp angles a drive/walk to coffee seeking the highlight in conversation, life. I thought Oly would not offer this light often. The drought and warmth has provided the light I love. I see it through my window, beyond my reach. Meds pain fractured routine the light escapes me.

June 30th Olympia Hot Dog Co. on 4th Ave I hear it is great but my body says no!

Christmas shopping at Archibald and Sisters this dapper man said I couldn’t get an image with his eyes open. Took a few but the first shot was the one.

Pride Fest June 21 Phoenix Heather Fierz poses with parasol on a hot fun afternoon.

A muse, from first session July 17th a quiet moment, a dream, imagined memory.

Wild Bill sings a Dylan song for me and a lady outside Safeway.

Hundreds of new images in Galleries of re-designed site on July 1st. One comment hundreds more to show but why bother? Sharing, giving away the new world of “Photographers” I give prints away on occasion but everything from every shoot. Like on FB support a multi billion $Corp. and then you don’t have to overwork your click finger. Worried about having to leave an email address ya I’m gonna sell your address LOL like social nitwit sites aren’t. simple solution have a junk email address so you won’t receive unwanted ads. I don’t send them but you could then use addy on other sites. Simple and you can see more information on other sites. I have ranted about this before and have also said my Art is about communication but without response why bother talking.

Photographic Art An artist who’s medium is Photography that’s me.