Peter J. Crowley

Fine Art Photographer

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Why you live in New England

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“Between Here and There.” Photographic Art by Peter J. Crowley from the 1970’s to today.  Pearl of the Thames Cafe 175 Thames St. Groton Ct. opening November 6th 6pm.

Would you like to be a curator for this show? Email me about sponsoring a print for the show, you get a work of art [at a Deluxe price] I get a new image to show.

Holiday specials, print sale and portrait sessions being booked for your gift giving. Book a session or an Open Studio visit to review images from my first thirty eight years. Early bookings best prices. Email me! Ask about “The Last Sessions, Kodachrome” a new and old look back, be part of the last rolls of the best color film ever made. Create memories and art.

In Sight Photography silent auction Gallery Exhibit online and at the Gallery through November first. It is a great show and a greater cause.

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Antiques and Stuff for the sake of stuff.

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The old, Gallery on the Green Columbia Ct. I had a show there in a past life. Neal asked me as he looked at the catalog “if every image is untitled why do they all have names?” I told him they were nicknames some images just were called things usually by friends and they stuck. Plus people really like names it helps them compartmentalize their stuff.



The new a case of irony as the image here is digital, new shot of antiques. Some collect Antiques and decorate or enhance there old colonials with them to keep the feeling of a period long past. Some just one or two pieces pasted down from family a more emotional memory of someone from their family. There are collectors who love a style or who hope to turn a profit. Then there are those who just buy for the sake of buying who make no distinction of what to buy, for the climax is the purchase followed by short period of cuddling showing off their new purchase then off to the storage unit. Me I mostly watch I have a few collections, Tin Boxes, Art Deco Glass, Art, Baseball Cards. Place holders of memory scattered about with little decorative panache. Some days I think of selling some of these collections, mostly dark cold days. I create collections, emotional moments of time, past, present and future. Sometimes the line between the past and the future is intentionally blurred to encourage contemplation to layer life in a metaphoric time machine. Today the sun shines and a warm spring day beckons me to travel an old road without destination for it is the journey one learns most from, “Somewhere between here and there.” That’s where you will find me. enjoy pjc

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High on Harley’s and the Sandia Mountains

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Arriving on the Sandia Mountain top we struck up a conversation on old Nikon’s and Harleys. The air was thin but the conversation was full, for five minutes or so we spoke of film and times from our shared memories.

August Eighteenth and Nineteenth I traveled south as a voyeur having few long conversations, just observations. Almost every home be it a trailer or shack has animals, goats, chickens, sheep, horses. Nestled between the larger farms. There was little wasted space outside the cities between Olympia and Sacramento. There were many Amish people traveling and there was an aura of peace from them, warm smiles. A family got on in Salem, mom and a couple children came down to the cafe car in traditional dress except for the Nike’s and I wondered if fashion sneaked into tradition starting at the feet? I wish I had struck up a conversation beyond greetings and smiles but I was in a watching mood my lose for sure. I as an observation found them to be the most content of all the faces I saw, no underlying stress from the world. Portland was a 1/2 hour stop with many photos [there is so much more to scan] a man and his pipe, an Amtrak employee all obliging me with conversation and portraits. Next stop Sacramento and the depth of the journey returns. Ten years ago and last August my visits to Sacramento provided me with insight into different life’s, cultures and their mirror of my own life and America.

A note on scanning, I read on another blog recently that an image isn’t a photograph till it is a print. I like that, what is the value of a pixel?

From a print life blossoms