Peter J. Crowley

Fine Art Photographer

Spilt Milk 1995

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Spilt Milk 52-95-25a-IMG

From art to news feature I dance through the 70’s models, weathered wood, entry ways. Abstraction and the 80’s the figure and the flower motion and emotion more dance and more dance. The Theater, Opera, Dance “All the Usual Subjects” everyday is art and I dance to music I can see, just me and motion/emotion. 2001 a new city to create in the Overture is loud exciting but too much repetition. 2003 trauma and the music is softer, confused random notes float by with no connection to past or future just NOW. Technology is NOW yesterday is so yesterday. Auto everything 00101110 all problems solved with HTML. 2011 Major trauma the music is silent two years later there is short tunes and notes of the past sometimes bring me into focus. The Dance of the Muse needs more volume, more harmony not just quick. There is no harmony in a text message or little humanity just Now. Top image is Conn. College Dance, next image a Red Sunflower digital is from the 17th of August so yesterday. I’ll like to hear the Muse in a long focused tune of images, a project a theme.
Keep listening I tell myself the music is not over. peace pjc

Red SunFlower-Manchester 8-17-13- 037

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1966 VW Beetle

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August 2th 2013-1966-VW-009

How many hours of cruising did you do in a bug? My first was a 61, 63, 65, 67 could have been two of the 65 or 67 whoa. I’ve had better faster and newer autos in my life none with such an emotional connection. When I look at the photograph of Shaboo with the dark VW I imagine it is mine. Maybe I knew the women running the restaurant and lunch was slow and I was a freelancer so I could eat when I wanted. So maybe thats my dark green 67 VW sitting out side the boo one winter day for lunch. peace pjc

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My Daughters Phone Call

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July 20th Thunder Clouds Leb-007

On the 20th of July I was riding back from Manchester on Rt 87 having passed through a fierce downpour with wind and horizontal rain I stopped to shoot a landscape at a farm in Lebanon where I knew I would have lots of sky. Walking 30 yards from where I parked the sky was just very dark and the image wasn’t there. Just before getting to my car the phone rang and it was Kirsten. We talked for a few minutes and the wind picked up and the pressure dropped. Having lived through the 1954 Tornado in Worcester MA. I am acutely aware of barometric pressure. I said good-by to Kirsten turned to look at the sky. Now it was what I wanted and a little scared I rushed back the 30 yds I don’t rush to well but got back to the spot and made 3 images before the rain started. This is the one I had wanted when first I stopped so once again my wonderful daughter provided me with what I needed, thanks Kirsten again and again. peace pjc

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