Peter J. Crowley

Fine Art Photographer

November Fifth 2021 A Tree ————-An Ent

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The historic tree down the street a subject often shot. Like Arnold Prince told me the figure is in the stone you just bring it out. The image was in my head but hadn’t been released. November 5th I saw it at last. 

I stood in the street drinking coffee as the tree and clouds shared many moods.

Brilliant color from nature and my minds eye.

Dark, cold stormy this Giant Ent had tales to tell. I listened for over thirty minutes. The thoughts warm sepia bringing comfort to strong dark, cold and stormy.

The sky provided rapidly changing frames for me to create.

November 3rd another favorite hard wood of mine. Maybe it is their age or that there are fewer out west than in Connecticut. 

Color surrounds the last leaves.

Around the Block and My World recent Faces

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The kids around the block this one always speaks with me. Clever, articulate comments we laugh often.

From a developing series of strong working women. Her eyes are smiling of course.

On my strolls I often pass by this mans house. Today he was mowing the lawn a gesture he rolls the mower to me.  I start to tell him who I am he says he sees my photos of flowers. Today I shoot portraits of you and others along the way.

Strong working women these two landscapers were as happy to be subjects as I was to make their portraits.

The milk man is too quick for me missing him twice on this stroll.

September 9th I met this man. I had been sitting on his wall trying to gather myself as my walk was longer than planned. I got up and he was in his driveway and had not seen me behind a bush. I said hi and thank you for having a perfect height wall for me to rest he laughed. He said I glad it was right, this is a great neighborhood.

The tomato give away was visited by only these two neighbors. Photo’s are not required to pick my free tomatoes. There are still more to pick four varieties of cherry tomatoes see you soon.

Then there is me, trying to not be swept down the drain. Ha Ha 

Again a couple young women made my day soar but when I realized there wasn’t a CF card in my camera down went my mood. Went home got a card was scolded by Fe. for not checking. We went back up Carlyon to Safeway they were at the bus stop on Capitol Way. Parking at Safeway we rushed to re-shoot. Forgetful is my middle name. The re-shoot was OK but the first session in my mind was better. Amazingly fast walk for me exhausted but pleased.

Ya I couldn’t decide two solos, or just the duet. Love smiling faces the world expands before them. They are the future thank for posing.

Look around there are many stories told, you can incorporate your own history. See a file or a tag to offer you selections of the theme you wish to explore.

peace

September First through the Seventh

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New images from a tough few days.

Sept 1st a weed, a very pretty weed cut by accident put in my Heineken vase. This “weed” has provided me with a new bloom most days over the last two weeks. It doesn’t know that we humans think it is an invasive weed.  Myself I think it is pretty and wonder about what or who may be an invasive species?

A photo bombing moth on my bark image. I did not see it then while I adjusted the camera contrast to make another sans moth. I didn’t even see it on first review. Cunning little moth. 

On the seventh of September this roofs triangle came together. Perhaps a year or more I have watched and pondered this image. Diagonal wires often in the way or the light was wrong, but on the 7th the wires pulled tighter I guess from the most recent wind storm. Light, time of day and time of year and I have my triangles. If you have been fortunate or trapped in a discussion of photography, art and composition you know how I feel about triangles in seeing, creating.

Back to Sept first one from a two minute session a very fine two minutes. Perhaps I should add another? 

Molly’s Gate in a creative way. Molly was my intern, driving force in the publishing of my second book, Another Door Entered. We would walk, I would talk about composition and shooting film. She saw this and knew there was something there.  During her hours with me the gate always had the wrong light. We shot post processed still no magic or story. I was pretty sure it was morning light needed to tell a tale. Well apparently early afternoon light in the beginning of Sept. was jut what She/We wanted.

Color and a breeze on Sept 6th. The variegation with the approach of Autumn applied the color variations. But where are the triangles, motion and what role does the negative space play? Triangles are apparent throughout  the leaf’s with a left to right focus drop off providing a gentle movement. Aperture, distance and angle of view paint the negative space.

Another from my September 6th stroll a couple hours after my most recent hospital release. Image made and seen always seeing as an artist creating verbal images to communicate my emotions.

Color just vibrant color, simple, warm, waning afternoon summer light on Sept. sixth. Light is my pen to write stories to you with my emotions. This pen has many thoughts expressed through tonality.

This man stopped to ask about my building landlord as he seeks a home. Of course I would have to photograph him before divulging this data. I’m happy, he’s happy and I bet he’s still blessing me and talking. Humanity adds the color to life even when composted in Sepia toned B+W.       

 

 

peace.

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