Peter J. Crowley

A Day of Crepes, The Tacoma Glass Museum Grandpa Adventures

07.11.2019 by Peter J. Crowley // 4 Comments

**A power nap waiting for Crepes at Savory Crepes Yummy a new food for her.**

**The Hot Shop at The Tacoma Museum of Glass a close look at glass blowing transfixed she listens.**

**Mom give me your phone so I can take photos. My I’m not an artist granddaughter.**

**Grandpa this one is messing with my mind!**

The Education Studio Project, here children can create designs to be submitted for consideration to become a piece of Art Glass. A couple are selected each month to be made. Each Design is done twice one for the designer and one for the Museum permanent collection. There is a great gallery of these works designed by children under twelve. **The yellow tag shows you paid to get in, on your sweater, no mom here**.

Photographic Art Color

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Spring, Summer and Fall one of my Favorite Places the Olympia Farmers Market

06.26.2019 by Peter J. Crowley // Leave a Comment

Olympia Farmers Market Vegetable starts to grow and eat. Food, Music, Art, Balloon Creatures and me as often as I can The Balloon Man and his CEO pose for me. He makes great Dragons. April 4th, 2019

Rising River Farm Organically Grown Vegetables yummy! May 24th, 2019

Smiles are free at Wagner’s European Bakery. Pastries are sinfully delirious. May 24th, 2019

Long Life Candles A spot of sun at the corner of the Market May 24th, 2019.

Walla Walla Sweet. at The Olympia Farmers Market May 24th, 2019. A day there is a day well spent. People watching many characters to speak with and photograph. Some don’t want a photo, none don’t want to talk. Tales, laughs and peace I find there.

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May 2018 Rees and me a day in Centralia

A spring day I can walk and breath and See.

04.24.2019 by Peter J. Crowley // 1 Comment

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]