Peter J. Crowley

Fine Art Photographer

Christmas and the New Normal Version 2, thoughts from 12/15/25

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Another wet gray day it is hard to see Christmas today or this week. More like March and with that
“when will the rain stop feeling.” No one says New Normal very much lately. A recent search for a 1998 transparency yielded these images. Smiles sent to you to see through the gray malaise this season. peace joy color love.

From my Norwich days a couple of a very red Amaryllis 

Perhaps not technically my best work but I love red and perhaps a bit of influence O’Keefe figures into my mind.

Old Orchard Beach Maine as a child summer meant a trip to Portland and the beach.

Summer 2000 or there about The Florence Griswold Museum great place to breath in creative air inside and on the grounds.

The International Fly In Moosehead Lake Maine mid eighties with Bob. 

Autumn in New England most likely Ct. Bright young Maples

Back to Old Orchard a nineties trip with my daughter. It was a fun vacation for us two.

Chris Torkelson who was a great advocate for train travel, his daughter looking out the window of the owners private sleeper car.  We were headed to Brattleboro Vt. and the excursion was sold out so we rode in style.

TEDs a staple of growing up UCONN or not growing up at all. I prefer option two. Today a visit from Nathen Hale Ale Brewery.  March 1989 the previous days snow continues to melt. If I remember correctly there was more snow to come.

Ice Cream by the Carousel Watch Hill R.I. 2001

 

May we all come together to share love, kindness and peace Always

 

 

 

 

Black & White and Me Changing Philosophy of Seeing 50 Years On.

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All the moneys gone no where to go.. I will keep delivering that magic feeling

Thank you peace

When I was 1 -2 years into creating Photographic Art, 1973. I had developed a style that included rigid composition, technique and presentation. No cropping, Walker Evans print quality, Focus a must.  This image from the late 90’s never made it to the darkroom. Perhaps a cursory glance as I looked at the film. Nope to flawed.

Now as I look again at old images todays sensibilities see a moment on this afternoon in #Willimantic. Recently I I saw a portfolio of

Romualdas Rakauskas Lithuanian master Black and White photographer.

An online photographic artist friend told me about his passing. A master has helped me to see deeper.

Out takes from sessions where the subject and me could not reach an understanding of what I wanted. This image from a test for my Woodnymph series. Not what I wanted but alright as a stand alone

My live long friend, Ken Morgan both of us artists from back to the 1970’s in Coventry Ct

Poised this thought. “how or why things get so clear so late in the game or is is it just me? …..another possibility “

I told Ken that it was pretty clear. Simplicity, seeing as a child so much peace and life to view and explore.

Willimantic 1999 the eyes all the metaphors apply. I like open conversational eyes windows to the soul.

Moments brief lasting forever. I have so many to relive, some to share conversational images that rarely receive a verbal response maybe the eyes speak, but no words to me.

To keep the focus is on seeking the highlights of my life is what keeps me alive. I also see the shadows as an effort to celebrate the highlights keeping negative space in composition not dark thought.Saturday, 9/25 a self portrait One more recent image before I head back out the door. 

Peace my friends 

 

Coventry Ct 2009

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Coventry Country Store sweets, having a snack outside on a warm April Day

Antiques downtown I’m always loving reflections.

Visitors Center the former Jail and Town Hall

Connecticut Glass Museum North River Road Coventry

The Strong House or as I knew it the McKusicks’s home.

History map of the Booth Dimock Library

Wellwoods Store, as it was known when I moved here from Worcester Mass. in the mid Fifties.

I hope these images inspire warm memories to all my Coventry friends, or any small town folks.  peace pjc