Peter J. Crowley

Fine Art Photographer

A spring day I can walk and breath and See.

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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

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2019 – 2008 Why?

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How does one arrive in 2008 today. A specific image sought and found easily thanks to Heather who organized my files. Serendipity I choose winter trees. Jan 9th 2008 

                  Twenty one years ago a cold January day. I have reviewed these before never quite happy with the images. Not quite sharp 20mm FP4 Red Filter a bit of shake or shiver. Today I shiver without the cold Ct winds. Perhaps I am now more inclined to except the shiver and bright contrasting light. 

Layered Life La Stella 2002 Norwich.

 This from 2002 how does it fit today’s narrative. It doesn’t I don’t even like the word narrative. Agenda, brand, ya di ya di. Old remembering parents not understanding new. Now it’s me Photographic Art not content, edited [not the post process edit] for quality. Viewed before instant posting of everything on your camera I mean phone.

I wander through the years, my years without direction finding highlights and shadows. A volume of images/life fading away refusing to get with the flow. Art exquisitely presented, individual  visual words, not quick and cheap not today.  peace pjc

Photographic Art 2009 Happy New Year post. Every picture tells a story click.