Fine Art Photographer
Eleven Winters ago on a ride to Dick Davis’s house we came upon this structure. Pulled off in the snow and created the image in one or two frames. Most likely one but I could have been shivering. Most often my images are 1-3 three exposures. I usually know which I like but take a couple brackets. As I remember it was late day light and cold. enjoy pjc
A visual and verbal look at a country road, a road traveled for a lifetime. An artist’s journey of thought, vision and seasons.
Spring Youth
Between Here and There
I was a child, free exploring
Everything was new, I learned to create, to see
Between here and there
I was a teen, girls and cars immortality
Between here and there,
There was a war, it wasn’t my war
I just said no! It is not my war
I’m still fighting the war that isn’t mine
Between Here and There
I believed I could make a difference
Some say I/We did, I think they are fooled
The System has taught them to follow
Stay in Line, Don’t talk in the Line to nowhere
Between Here and There
We ended that war, NOT
Hay Fields
Become MacMansions
But we bought genuine imitation leather
And other profitable well packaged lies,
Educated to be blind and buy, consume
People not profits we screamed
Till our voices became hoarse
We screamed, marched, voted,
Quieter and quieter our voices became
Drowned out by the drone of our tape decks,
Drugs, student loans
Between Here and There
Debt and fear replaced morality, idealism
Slowly, but the more you spin convenience
In your food processor the less you hear
Between Here and There
1984 came and went but Big Brother didn’t arrive
Or show himself
Between Here and There
It wasn’t his time YET
Between Here and There
Voices now silent
The war a road show production
Brought to you by “The Two Party System”
Us and Them, Profits not people first they whispered
Educated with Artifiscal intelligence
Compassion always artificial here in the Homeland
Between Here and There
The War goes on, profits for the one party are up
Between Here and There
Educated Americans believe in, the “Middle Class”
There is no Middle Class
Just us and them,
Between here and there
Rt 87 my metaphor, my life, my ride. Family Farms on one side Corp Farms on the other. The Lebanon Green and Country Store childhood and old age coexisting.
The “The Middle Class” strive for a room at the Inn
A role in the Fairy Tale a place at the table of
“The Royal Knights of Wall St” doing God’s work
An unobtainable goal to strive for as seen on TV
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Between Here and There
enjoy pjc © Peter J. Crowley 2010
Main Street Manchester Ct. July 31, 2010 a few moments in the rectangle. The zone I find so rarely of late, arriving at Carl’s in Manchester as the light raked the east side of Main I spent forty minutes seeing where I was and where I am somewhere “Between Here and There.” I know I have promised my regular readers [all two of you LOL] that the complete version of the poem will be here soon. It will be, but lots of distractions have altered my path.
Now back to July 31st, or back to 1973 or even before the camera became my voice I strolled Main Street Manchester, shopping, going to the movies as a teen. Went to see “The Ten Commandments” there in winter, flurries were forecast when my dad dropped us off, well weather predictions haven’t changed after the three plus hour movie there were at least 10 inches of flurries and the ride back to Coventry was treacherous. It was still flurerying.
At 50-10 I have more road behind me than ahead, so I am taking the time to organize portfolios, to travel old roads and look back. The images remain simple/complex, the triangles and the light to convey an emotion, comment on humanity, to invite you into my story, your story. Composed in the viewfinder very rarely cropped and 95 % shot on film, Black and White or Transparencies , this image from a color negative. There will be old roads, a new muse and much abstraction. Perhaps someone will want a print, or perhaps prints are passe with the screen of distraction not allowing for thought or depth. We’ll see perhaps simplicity is lost to IPodians? enjoy pjc