Fine Art Photographer
Pace ever changing
Often fickle
Party line
Text message
in between
Change is the only constant
Parameters arrive
On Schedule
Age the main overlay
The times change
Silver Gelatin, pixels
Process, on demand
Name, Brand
At seventy
A pace Parfait
The settings
Music periods
Images made in that Period,
Even a herring bone jacket
Relaxed in a past life
Moving still determined
Often distracted
Still seeking
The next image
The future
peace pjc
A tidal pool crossing Cosey Beach Ave 1972. A daily treat to walk the beach with a friend. For a six month or so period I would step out the back door and soon be greeted by a Golden Retriever she was there for a walk. I never found out who she belonged to and she never asked to come in the house.
Squeeze loading in for a 80’s summer concert on Madison Green. Madison Ct. Summers, The Wharf at The Madison Beach Hotel. Arriving there to meet Jim in early May Dewey the bartender announces Peter is here the summer has begun.
A Radio Flyer to transfer winter warmth to the house.
Cosey Beach wasn’t glitzy the waterfront cottages were nicer. The neighborhood was poor. Strife between the city and the neighborhood after the city sold the playground to a restaurant. I found this all out the 2nd night I lived there. The 4th of July Independence Day and the streets were full of people expressing there anger in no uncertain terms.
Stony Creek and Kodachrome a short ride made often for peace, wandering, seeing. I would return here through out my years in Ct. I rarely returned to Cosey Beach Ave. It became a destination as I rushed to get myself ready to move west. So many places, people to see that Brattleboro and Cosey beach were left out.
peace pjc
A magical morning at Caprilands in Coventry Ct.
Misty early light they revel, dancing in their world, life without times reality.
A sundial to warn that the reality will soon arrive and they will dance off returning to their hidden realm.
But sun is warm as are the moments,
Still time for a bit more morning play. Boldly they dance the silence broken by joyful laughter.
One last repose, a smile a giggle a wisp of wind and they are gone.
peace pjc