Peter J. Crowley

Fine Art Photographer

Flagstaff smiles on me!

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At dinner this young women came in for a smoothie on her way to work. Cute hat fun smile I left the table to reflect her in the window of Mountain Oasis International Restaurant
Where the food was superb!


August 13th continues out of Albany after two and a half hours filled with conversation with a couple of college students, literature, arts and politics. Food and drink in Albany’s new station ten years prior the station was little more than a waiting room with candy and soda machines now a couple of stories of waiting space, shops, cafes, news stands, taxi stands. The bar and restaurant where I watched the playoffs and had a good meal now is a couple blocks away. Chugging out of Albany night falls fast. Across the aisle a retired nurse now a knitting artist looks at my work and suggests museums and parks to see in Chicago. The Amtrak community begins to form.


Rochester
Shapes and shadows in the night
Outlined, glowing by street lights
Some neon some bright
Just shiny shapes,shadows in the night
Train yards, factories quiet for now
No second, third shifts
Lights the inside
Dark shadows of industry
Just shapes in the night

Toledo at dawn August fourteenth coffee with Don who’s leaving the cold gated humanity of New England heading for Oregon. Me in my half window seat a partial view of the heartland. One eye opened one eye closed, on through Indiana a Surrey with a fringe on top. Beige is the color of America from Indiana to Montana [an orange barn] outside the urban areas everything is beige, sand, eggshell, off white whatever it is Middle America in B+W not quite middle gray a bit whiter. A little color in Gary, casinos, neon, billboards embedded between coal, coke and steel mills, some empty none working at full capacity. Still even the air seems beige. Next stop Chicago. enjoy pjc

Photographic Art Sunset on the industrial age

Off The Southwest Chief for A Day in Flagstaff Az

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Rees my host in Flagstaff, a fine art photographer, a fine art friend.

August 13th the journey begins. It is said that each journey begins with the first step but a creative journey begins with the planning and accessing of the history/baggage that you carry into the idea. So Natalie {a Muse} brought me and too much baggage to Springfield Ma. Settling in on the most familiar part of this trip my window on the world secure I watched as we rolled into the Berkshires. Small farms New England country side Golden Rods and a turkey, boarded up small factories spoke of the economy for anything small.


The River and Rails

The river and rails
Meander through hill and dale
On the same trail
Nature and man
Share the same travel plan


A dancer glides by in car 13 I watch as my mind drifts to dancers, the body as a creative instrument. Motion and emotion a constant theme of my work. The body speaks a language so familiar yet lately rarely do I interpret this speech, history not baggage as warm thoughts pirouette through my minds eye. On to Albany seeking America in the faces, eyes and body language of those I encounter on either side of the tracks.
enjoy pjc

Dance history my minds eye