Peter J. Crowley

My History, My Face

02.10.2020 by Peter J. Crowley // 13 Comments

Mar Lea appts. Ashford CT. First place I lived after the marriage split. A dark time Kirsten visits rarely from daily adventures, out to lunch. Gardening, walking with her ducks to Fritz’s. New things found and once in a while lousy pancakes. Now just a day and a half twice a month if I was lucky.

Madison Ct. at Jim and Carla’s visiting for the weekend of the Durham fair. A Molson Golden Ale, a Lunar Pro and a Nikon F. tools of the trade.

Olympia 2016 Molly’s photo of me and my journal.

Cosey Beach E. Haven Ct. 1972? We lived on the water or at times in the water. Perched on a little knoll around 17 inches above sea level. But winter storms combined with a full moon the water got very close. Hurricanes flooded the street on the non sound side. Yikes motor boats evacuations we watched, friends would come to see for power of nature eating brownies watching waves crashing over two story cottages party on….WOW!

My Intern Molly Walsh did a series of me in May 2017. A Punk Rock Juke Box tee a Conn College dance print. Editing, archiving a process that continues slowly. A braided beard, art direction and photo by Inara.

January 2020 a Zoo York tee from Kirsten one of three keeping me warm. Liz my care giver has learned to use my camera like Inara they do well with this odd subject.

An outtake from my Press Pass photo at the Stratford News 1973. The free press news feature weekly, The Shakespeare Theater, day to day life community news. A hippie photo journalist accepted by the community.

This from 1972 previous from ’73 a year and a half later after a trim. “Your hair is getting good in the back” Frank Zappa. This pass still resides in my wallet. From the 70’s to the mid 2014 in Ct. a ticket to almost everything.

peace pjc

Willimantic Norwich Mill Towns. From ’94-’14

01.09.2020 by Peter J. Crowley // 2 Comments

Just a few from a past life I have visited in the last couple weeks. TriX

Perhaps my most loved image from Willi Three Doors, all open many roads before me adventures unfolding. Whidbey Island Wa. Teach Photographic Philosophy. ArtSpace Norwich 2001 a studio a new mill town to wander and create. An Art community gallery shows many friends. A theater across the street, an award. Writing a column on Nikonians about seeing, using your camera not being used by your camera manual images made in your mind understanding of creative process.

The Balloon Festival an antique auto show. I see graphic studies of light be it an old car or a nude. “All anyone ever photographs is light the subject merely a vehicle to transform the light into emotion.” A mantra that I live by today. In the mid nineties as AI had griped the film camera industry Auto Everything. Still through my column, speaking to Photo Clubs tutoring Studio workshops in Norwich many embraced the idea of thinking.
Arnold cutting stone from “a lazy sculptor’s work.” There was never enough time to be sipping tea or working on a documentation. He gave me this piece created from my photo. “I’d rather work from Peter’s Photographs then a a live model.” He told Claudia laughing as only Arnold could. ” The models always talk too much and have to go pee” His images allow me to see the front, back, sides at the same time.” Trips to the Port of Galilee he would sketch, I’d make color photos his easel “you are much easier and fun then lugging all the paints. At home he would use my photos and his sketches to paint from.

peace pjc

The Day, My Day, Any Day, Most Days

12.18.2019 by Peter J. Crowley // Leave a Comment

A Winter Days Routine

Schedules have become very important. Diabetes, insulin where meals became a medical procedure. A new med replacing Insulin has freed me from having to eat instead of seeing, being with the late light.

Up at 7:30 or 9:30 mostly out here it is pretty dark at that time. Coffee, rate how I feel how it will effect my day. Messages read a sarcastic comment or two. Breakfast on good day 8:45 after second cup. There is no morning light in the winter. Daily plan 4 days Liz here marketing tasks I can’t do well. Inara after school once that is always a great day. At the market everyone knows my name like the Sundown years past. On a rare occasion when it is both warm and dry a bit of gardening on my beds and tiny prairie wild flowers to plant. Wednesday home alone a truffle with first coffee if the body and sky says in today. A breathing treatment with nebulizer. Dishes done creativity a plan for lunch, at months end [20th-] it becomes a math problem what’s here what I still have cash for lol. Elza’s kitchen always serves a heaping helping of humanity.

Then there are distractions music a rare splash of light of seeing if only out the windows or in my abode.

March 15, 2015 6:30 am. Boxes, Mike has shipped me my desktop a new table that today is much smaller ha ha.

Distractions I guess that makes scheduling so difficult. Creative moments from recent past 5 years. Time travel old images to peruse telling stories that lead to other stories.