B+W Fine Art Photography

The Daily November 17th Wind, Rain, Dark

11.17.2015 by Peter J. Crowley // 2 Comments

Tuesday November 17th 2015. Darkness, Darkness, winter rains whipped by high winds I hunker down inside my virtual life. Seeking the highlight through drawn shades. The lights blink like my attention span. Blips on my screen don’t respond the more I engage the more I feel it is a waste of time draining my emotional strength.

Image made in church have had a few very diverse feelings of what I am saying here from dark, inspiring, sinister, sometimes I know what I want to say with an image. Other times it is the light the shapes leading to ambiguity. This is one frame not post processed except for size. August 17th a photo day with Roger I make this image thinking about the light and design of stained glass, a path to the light, seeking the high light. ISO 1600 1/80th at F-8. From dark to light the windows lead or is it the other direction? Metaphors, Ambiguity a 1000 changing words. What do you see?

The life of an artist is a dream drifting through images, words a visual language sometimes clear often ambiguous. A Wonderful Dream. I have been awake too much lately!

The contest continues. At the top of the page mouse over galleries select a gallery, a page collage of images appears click on one image to go to gallery individual images select and comment say the magic word and receive an 8×10 print free. The word is simple found in many of my statements enjoy pjc

Photographic Art Right to one of the galleries.

October 16th an Afternoon Stroll

10.25.2015 by Peter J. Crowley // 7 Comments

The days start slow coffee, meds eat, wait for meds to work play online. Second, third gear lunch. Out to the world the light is right it always is, State Street meander to Percival landing.

B+W Architecture, design graphic shapes B+W.

Percival Landing often a destination to read, write but today the sun that shone when I left for the bus was replaced by a cool breeze and a hazy shade of winter. The table and chairs where I would sit and write have been moved indoor for the season. Winter is closing in, but the light was right it always is. The water the boats abstract reflections.

I wonder is everything just a reflection? Light and shade create reality the reflection different each time you look painted with a wider brush. Summer dances on the ripples of Autumns chilly breath.

Trying to catch a reflection of a gull cavorting above, not easy. Twenty minutes no gull. I walk on viewing the public art and shooting some skateboarders. A Molasses cookie at Traditions and back to the bus ninety minutes after getting off the bus I am heading home a good productive walk. The light was right it always is………………………..

peace pjc

Photographic Art Round Figure Graphic Shapes Silver Gelatin Print

Moments Scattered Memories. One Year in Olympia, Past Life Inspirations Friends. Peace

10.21.2015 by Peter J. Crowley // 8 Comments

About One here in Worcester a journey starts with a smile.

Kodachrome 1973 Stony Creek not looking back a road a straw hat a story told.

Many roads traveled through New England paved by the Willington Hysterical Society

Satch and Bruce a warm stove an old 1700’s home

Carl and me Members Show Photosynthesis Gallery 136 1/2 November 2011. Four months after my Hospital extended visit. Carl there always. peace my friend.

Arnold Prince. Every moment with him was an inspiration with a smile, an infectious laugh and Tea.

One year today in Oly. one year since driving my Honda. Extreme highs and lows the middle ground rarely. Sometimes here sometimes in Ct. the mind journeys. So much to do to arrive in this new life. So many images to catalog, memories good and bad. The road not taken, would I have moved to Brattleboro if still in N.E. could I deal with winter. Slow starts to the day different then out the door 7am coffee at Merihew’s images both verbal and visual lingering over coffee. On to the next image, the best photo you have ever made is the next one. I still linger over morning coffee but alone. Sure I am not virtually alone online chatting without eyes to fully communicate. Not intimate enough. Bruce’s, Carl and Maarit’s Berta in her Lucky Charms PJs for lunch looking out on Norwich Harbor. Grandpa can we go to the restaurant? Bill Evans or The Violent Femmes what will today’s soundtrack be? This afternoon it will be the sound of sneakers on pavement the click of the shutter a breeze through the trees across the Puget Sound seeking the next image. Eyes wide open seeing with my heart there is no time just vision thoughts life.

Peace pjc

Photographic Art Shrimp and Garlic Pizza and an old Dodge