Peter J. Crowley

Fine Art Photographer

Winter light flashes on Snow. 2009 comes slipping in.

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Bitter cold, snow and gusting winds blew in 2009! Yet it was warm and quiet in my world. New year, new plan, perhaps I’ll enter the new millennium? Not one to make snap decisions I’ll ponder a little longer. Pondering is a lost art I still practice, considering different viewpoints asking Why? There was a party [not New Years] for the holidaze a small gathering of friends who came together for M+Ms and Mexican food but mostly to share some love for a friend home for the Holidaze from Iraq. Why? Why are we there again? or what is this nano seconds explanation/spin?
There was also booze, fireworks cookies real and genuine imitation Ginger Bread. Just rambling here, a couple new late 2008 images and attempts to figure out what comes next. Peace would be different but don’t bet the refinanced home on it. enjoy pjc

Photographic Art

Waning Light and last light 2008

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December first late afternoon light casts shadow in Manchester New Hampshire.


Last light augmented by street lights Coventry Connecticut.

As the year of 2008 wanes I have no resolutions. Light the basis of my work fades, casts shadows not Black or White but shades of gray etched in silver, a negative reversed to a positive splashed onto paper. An individual emotion expressed shared yours, mine? A moment in time held still forever, for comment, commentary, passion, pleasure. The highlight sought the shadow found. A muse to hold for that moment before the light changes and wisps away the thought rushing on to the next new experience of creating another passionate observation of humanity of that moment, that rectangle, that reflection, that light. enjoy pjc

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Sometimes the muse is a women, sometimes a flower most often it’s me.

Sedona, After the Figure Studies there were Pink Jeeps

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Pink Jeep Tours Oh My there is something happening here
but I don’t know what it is, something going on here!


Pink jeeps tourist hats Pink Jeep tee shirts I had to abstract the scene
well further abstract the scene.

Sedona was a strange little artist community that had become a new age mini mall on steroids. Sedona seemed to be growing like an adobe [imitation] chia pet. New buildings and rotaries new tar construction, condo’s in the midst of all this natural beauty. Now I am not saying this in a negative way. I would hesitate to make snap judgements being a middle of the road level headed type, and I was only there for an hour or so. I found it to be cool, and visual all be it a bit trendy in downtown. But downtown was small [bet it’s bigger now] and you could be back out in nature in a matter of minutes. Back to the artists and thinkers and Oak Canyon Creek. After the shoot we wandered briefly around for coffee post cards and images. Pink Jeeps oh my, how cool when I go back I want one for a prop. Then it was good bye to the model and back to old school Flagstaff more my speed. Well all for now. I’ll be keeping in the PINK for the rest of the year.

Photographic Art look at the colors man