Peter J. Crowley

Moments Scattered Memories. One Year in Olympia, Past Life Inspirations Friends. Peace

10.21.2015 by Peter J. Crowley // 8 Comments

About One here in Worcester a journey starts with a smile.

Kodachrome 1973 Stony Creek not looking back a road a straw hat a story told.

Many roads traveled through New England paved by the Willington Hysterical Society

Satch and Bruce a warm stove an old 1700’s home

Carl and me Members Show Photosynthesis Gallery 136 1/2 November 2011. Four months after my Hospital extended visit. Carl there always. peace my friend.

Arnold Prince. Every moment with him was an inspiration with a smile, an infectious laugh and Tea.

One year today in Oly. one year since driving my Honda. Extreme highs and lows the middle ground rarely. Sometimes here sometimes in Ct. the mind journeys. So much to do to arrive in this new life. So many images to catalog, memories good and bad. The road not taken, would I have moved to Brattleboro if still in N.E. could I deal with winter. Slow starts to the day different then out the door 7am coffee at Merihew’s images both verbal and visual lingering over coffee. On to the next image, the best photo you have ever made is the next one. I still linger over morning coffee but alone. Sure I am not virtually alone online chatting without eyes to fully communicate. Not intimate enough. Bruce’s, Carl and Maarit’s Berta in her Lucky Charms PJs for lunch looking out on Norwich Harbor. Grandpa can we go to the restaurant? Bill Evans or The Violent Femmes what will today’s soundtrack be? This afternoon it will be the sound of sneakers on pavement the click of the shutter a breeze through the trees across the Puget Sound seeking the next image. Eyes wide open seeing with my heart there is no time just vision thoughts life.

Peace pjc

Photographic Art Shrimp and Garlic Pizza and an old Dodge

Saturday Afternoon Yellow Clouds Rising at the Moon

03.04.2015 by Peter J. Crowley // 2 Comments

The current chapter in A Life in Photographic Art. Here for four months the light is seen. The light and me still just visiting.

Title from “Won’t you try, Saturday Afternoon.” Jefferson Airplane Who knows the next line? Written by Paul Kantner from a wonderful Album “After Bathing at Baxters.”

Window reflections, Light, Coffee, last Sat February 28th at Burial Grounds for a LB of Dark Knight great rich coffee. I found inspiration in the window and

sun splashed red curls multi tasking in the front window inspiring.

Some posts are fine art some just day to day documents of life my life. But hey isn’t life Art? Mine is enjoy my work here as my friend Andrea Hupke de Palacio refers to my site as strolling through my visual garden. enjoy pjc

Photographic Art More Coffee in Willimantic Ct. traveing old roads.

Doors Held Open by Friends

02.10.2015 by Peter J. Crowley // 6 Comments

Hold a door for me

A Life in Photographic Art my second book details here

Morning in Olympia, no really daybreak I rarely see this maybe it is still time zones, bad sleep, pain? But today the sun has come up dancing through my window. Old roads in Willi I always saw the Sun Rise. Norwich the first 10 years up and out early for I only had North windows but the Coffee was hot and the company was invigorating creative from Kyrena’s to Merrihews both opened at 8 but the door was open to me when I arrived between 7 and 7:30 warm Portuguese rolls at Merrihews and by the second third cup of joe Kyrena was bringing me a small plate of the lunch special. Try this Peter yum it was always perfect. Does it need a little more … Maybe a touch. The Reverend Jim at Kyrena’s and Shannon, Jim played a starring roll throughout my travels and the changing Coffee shops forward to City Perk and Kokopeleis. Latitudes on weekends at first and Joanne enters along Michelle who I had photographed through the window of Kyrena’s with Berta and The Scribe serving coffee. Kokopeli’s my Grumpy cup from Amanda was always full. The Muse was blooming.

Jeff and Jennifer Bishop holding doors open for me even thought I was dead during the 2011 troubles. Jeff helping me into the digital age while keeping my focus solid in film. Jennifer a calm voice to answer insulin questions and be there laughing about growing up together before we met. Two reasons to love the internet. Rees from Flagstaff another pixel friend who has become a real life confident creative and highly into B+W

I sit and write remembering a yellow poster with a wooden stool on it my daughter had in her room when she was “3ie” “Sometimes I sit and think, sometimes I just sit.” The Muse will be here soon and my mind will be taken to wonderful realms of creativity. Many more friends have held doors for me Marko sending me music when I need now listening to Punk Rock Jukebox from 2011 dedicated to me while I was hospitalized. peace pjc

Photographic Art Silver Gelatin Figures