Fine Art Photographer
Just a simple life in a new world.
The New garden from GRUB gets a look 4-22-16
Tax Day April 15 2016.
The very cold river at Staircase National Park.
Outside my door a bevy of purple/blue flowers April the third. No flowers yet but they are up soon to bloom
On a stroll Theodore’s big white dog comes to say hello. April 2nd 2016
April 20th 2016 Staircase National Park. Walking, climbing, running, Mom has a hip and arm to rest a bit.
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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. I am currently seeking a new intern. Local to Olympia inquire mail@peterjcrowley.com
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.
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Out the door my eyes become the rectangle.
It is the light and how you use it, not the camera or film, it is the archer not the arrow.
Spring delicate, fertile full of promise. Just me and the light, ” You are living a reality
I left years ago It quite nearly killed me” [Crosby, Stills, and Nash]
CSN rolls through my mind a verse sung quietly as I stroll. Suite: Judy Blues Eyes a time of youth and promise a time for love.
I visited her today. Spring youth promise and love. Today there is a breeze.
peace pjc