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Late Fall around the block

12.10.2020 by Peter J. Crowley // 5 Comments

November and December the walks shorter and less frequent raindrops and lack of light. The same blocks seeking and finding something new.

Each day, each stroll I study this new to me digital world. I have had a Nikon Diggie since 2009 but never really embraced it till March when Jeff  a friend in Maine bought me a D-200 a more professional machine then my first. I have now moved to a D-7000 merely ten years behind the latest. Ha Ha. Here I come 21st century. I still don’t use auto exp. Auto Focus my eyes are not so good I have learned to tell it where to focus. I guess I use AF manually. lol

Impressionistic look November 15th, 2020

Overcast color saturates and separates for more abstraction on November 4th, 2020

November 8th,2020December  10th, 2020

   December 5th, 2020

December 5th, 2020

November 11th, 2020 another fence I have been shooting for the last year. I have four seasons but I lack morning light. This time of year around 8:45 am when the variables align I will go back. The variables being 50 degrees, Sun, low pain level. It could be a while.

December 5th, 2020 a good productive day it seems. An one half hour stroll. 

Questions, comments appreciated just a tad bored these day. Look around the galleries here plenty of images from 1971- 2020.

peace

Categories // Abstract, Color Fine Art, Community, Fall, Flowers, Nature, Nikon, Olympia Wa., Washington Tags // Abstraction, B+W Fine Art Photography, Color Fine Art photography, Flowers, Humanity, Olympia

June and July 2020 my images recent and what I have seen in my archives.

07.24.2020 by Peter J. Crowley // Leave a Comment

A smorgasbord of my seeing now and then.

My first day out since March 16th a ride in N. Olympia to Steamboat Island. May 28th 2020 a barn abandoned is reclaimed by green.

July 9th 2020 West Bay Park Puget Sound a gull a Ferry and a conversation. 

Steamboat Island May 28th 2020 just after the three day weekend that makes Memorial Day more convenient. 

Northern Vermont Autumn. 

Artspace Norwich Ct. my studio 2009. Space I do miss studio space. Just after moving to Norwich Jeff an old friend visited. This room was empty as I had not unpacked. No ladders, sculpture stands, checkerboard floor just space. Jeff said I have an old wood diner booth it would fit here nicely. I looked around and said no I don’t think there is room for it here.

Norwich Ct. November 2013 shopping downtown. 

April 6th 2001 one month after moving to Norwich Ct.  I fill the space and show this image to Jeff.

Newport  RI Summer 1981

Manchester Ct. 2010 triangles and texture on a visit to Carl’s

August 26 2006 Artspace Norwich Ct  four images of her at the beginning of a roll of a model painted. I first thought it was the painter but on further review it isn’t. Seventy and my memory fails me, a resident or friend of one at the elevator or in the hall then 15 minutes in the studio. I’ll ask Roberta I think she will know.

Lacey Wa. December 31 2014 a librarian at Timberland Library. 

peace pjc

Look around gallery links at top of page or tags by subject at the bottom of this post. 

 

Categories // Abandoned., Abstract, B+W Fine Art, Color Fine Art, Digital and Film, Journeys between here and there, July, Models, Nature, Norwich Ct, Olympia Wa., Reflecting on past, Uncategorized, Vermont, Washington, Willimantic Tags // Abstraction, B+W Fine Art Photography, Blending the past and the present, Color Fine Art, Dance, Figure Studies, Olympia, Street Photography

A Day in Northampton Summer The 80’s

06.02.2020 by Peter J. Crowley // 5 Comments

Most days now I am up early sometimes even out for the morning light. More flowers on my walks new inhaler better breathing, less inspired by the flowers but the air is cleaner. Birds singing, children  playing rarely close enough to catch but a glimpse. In my mind I am a child part of the chorus of glee. Inside it is me, Miles, John, Duke, and Oliver.  Searching my archives seeking my Photo Journalism for the Connecticut State Library. The haystack is full of distractions never printed negatives, old favorites. I live here in memories, stories of happy times before the world I loved died. It is said an artist creates for themselves. I enjoy folks seeing my images but not enough to live this day on Anti Social Media. The anxiety of hate and hopelessness amplifies my stress with a negative effect on my COPD. So here I will be telling stories living in my own time. Just me, Inara Wings of Fire, Dragons Life a virtual life. Liz shops and we garden with an occasional vision quest. 

Summer Northampton

Omelettes,  BLT’s  a cold soda. Start or finish  a day trip.

City Taxi pre-Uber I imagine Smithies rides to Amherst  for parties, the days game, an autumn afternoon. Just around town or sitting on the bench waiting for friends returning from home after a break. Another time another place.  At an outdoor concert 1985 two stages, Tom Rush, Jerry Jeff Walker many in the crowd scurried away for the food concessions stopped in their tracks when Jerry Jeff started to wail not the country music they expected. Settling in again as a strong breeze blew some of their Cocaine of the mirror. No one was upset I’m sure there was more. 

Catching some rays on the Y’s fire escape. Perhaps a human perhaps a dummy we never spoke. Many days spent in Northampton an oasis of creativity, studios, gallerias,  trendy shops, and cafes. Pretty people a blend of old and new architecture. I would go up to Amherst Wednesday to help layout the Valley Advocate after the Hartford edition began. I was the first staff photographer in Hartford.  Working full time as a paste up artist 2nd shift at the Hartford Courant surprisingly I often was sick Wednesday nights recovering at the Advocate in Amherst. 

Back to her dorm just a silhouette rushes back, a days classes ending, a forgotten book? So many tales these walls hold Dorms eloquent designs from the past well kept telling stories of prestige. One of the Seven Sisters dating back to the late 1800’s originally all Women’s Colleges.  Barnard, Smith, Mount Holyoke, Vassar, Bryn Mawr, Wellesley, and Radcliffe were given the name “the Seven Sisters” in 1927, because of their relative affiliations with the men’s colleges.  The schools are also sometimes referred to as “the Daisy Chain” or “the Heavenly Seven.” The name Seven Sisters is also a reference to the Greek myth of The Pleiades, the seven daughters of the Titan Atlas and the sea-nymph Pleione.

Composing in the viewfinder.  How I work I saw this light my angle was right for the detail I wanted of the two people on bicycles. A second shot squared up the frame  frame but in 4-5 seconds the two were gone. That image doesn’t make the grade. No Photo Shop, no crop seeing the entire frame subject and negative space.  My process, technique no screen to see if I got the subject. I got it I knew seeing the details not just the subject.  Dance, theater, movement understanding I had to shoot 1/2 second prior to create the moment I wanted. One image at a time fire cock fire. Process often three bodies in the bag slow Apx 100, TriX 400 or 800, color negs or transparencies. TriX the in hand body for most trips, Rarely shooting the same image in both B+W or Color seeing in B+W but noticing a color image switching cameras. The big bag full when I left, Free to see whatever on a journey. Now a little bag a decision of what to carry  when I head out. Then often seeing an image for a lens didn’t have in the bag. Having two diggies has alleviated  that somewhat. A roll of TriX sits in my home I may try to manually focus with a Nikon F next time? No room in the bag for 3 bodies and four lenses. 

Always time for a cookie, a scone or Portuguese Sweet Bread strolling Fox Point in Providence in love. But those days by the bay on cobblestone streets a memory that has burned off like the morning fog. Another time another place. 

 

Today there will be new memories that will burn off like the fog by a new bay. Today I’ll visit the 80’s a time of process, love and a hope for a highlight. Peace

peace pjc

 

Categories // B+W Fine Art, B+W Silver Gelatin, Fine Art Photographs, Fire Escape, Food, Galleries., Nikon, Old Roads, Reflecting on past, Summer Tags // B+W Fine Art Photography, Blending the past and the present, Silver Gelatin, Street Photography

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