Peter J. Crowley

Fine Art Photographer

Travel from the past, at a slower speed

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Summer is sneaking up and with gasoline prices already $.10 a gallon higher than predicted in late March by an industry analyst from some think [drunk] tank and swallowed down by “We the people” like some frat boy playing beer pong. Well “fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me” Fool me repeatedly and well I guess “We the People” are dumb as a post or weak as overcooked pasta.

A rant began but was deferred as I would like opinions on the direction this blog will take.

1. Rants like or not?
2. A series of local day trips little gems in your backyard, life at a slower less fossil fuel consuming pace? [but if we use less fuel not only will the price go up but we may have to bail out Excon/Molester] * refer to new math definition of supply and demand the eleventh commandment.
3. Just pretty Pictures for above you sofa with less content than Sarah Palin‘s latest tweet.
4. Random or other suggestions. enjoy pjc

Photographic Art

Looking back on Summer 2008 Amtrak

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There are many tales to tell from many Union Stations. This one is Chicago thirty six hours or so from home. Saturday morning and the only travel plans I have are dreams of past journeys. Some I may share here some I may never share but change is in the wind and it is not a gentle breeze.


Robert Earl Keen sings of the road going on forever and the party never ends. Both of these image come from the same roll of film. This one is the first back in Connecticut. A familiar stop on my more local roads. September breezes starting to take done the leafs of another summer and a long winter ahead. A winter of change, a digital winter, deep snow, and shallow images. Pretty colors and post production the afterthought or armchair quarterback of creativity. A spring walk yesterday, the same walk, the same images, of eight years in Norwich, walking backwards creatively I carry one camera, one lens loaded with Black and White film. This walk, this road is paved with silver halides. It is the path I have walked since 1971 an old road with frost heaves, ruts, yet nary an “upgrade” comfortable richly toned in shades of gray. Walk slow, ponder and see. enjoy pjc

Photographic Art