A warm March day strolling through woods off rt 63 in Woodbury Ct. I came across this stump or Skyline? The stump was instantly a city skyline. As I composed this image I thought of how much nature will be plundered to build canyons of greed. How far would man go to pretend we could control nature, that we were not part of nature but lords to rule over nature? In the 70s thinking was still legal. Memory is a funny thing this image made 34 years ago was made on my first Nikon F, a 1971 with a 105 mm Nikon F 2.5 lens, exposed at F4 or 5.6 on KodaChrome. I spent 10 to 15 minutes composing and dealing with the strong back light using the lens flare to create an artificial sun. This morning I got up to find the bottle of salad dressing in the sink instead of the fridge. Memory the air was crisp clean and it was in the middle 50s that day in March 1973, this morning I am back there briefly residing in another time. enjoy pjc
Suggested Reading “Ismael” by Daniel Quinn.
Still in Seventies 1975 Westford Vt.
The image from May of 1975 but the nails could be 1875, my series of White Wood transcends time. I still shoot it although farms are harder to find in New England. “Food” is now genetically engineered why eat real food when you can pop supplements. I also was/am very intrigued by textures. Many old roads to travel and re see. enjoy pjc
The night before conversing with Cestandrea regarding my old roads and images I found words I had written regarding this image. She wondered which images were old, I directed her to my Seventies series. Yes I do keep all the words I have written and like. It surprises me that lately my “verbal images” are often married to images. I am even more surprised that I was doing this in the 70s as well. So here from an old steno page are the words.
The ten penny spikes
Driven into the woodshed
Now form rust stalactites
Spring sun on the sill of my bedroom window
Abstract patterns formed by
Thirty two coats of cracking peeling memories
Faded lace, weathered wood
White weathered wood.
Driven into the woodshed
Now form rust stalactites
Spring sun on the sill of my bedroom window
Abstract patterns formed by
Thirty two coats of cracking peeling memories
Faded lace, weathered wood
White weathered wood.
Copyright Peter J. Crowley
White Wood A project started in the 70s
1975 Westford Vt I started to shoot close ups of old farm houses and barns. Looking closely at the world and the simple beauty that time and weather presents. In the Seventies [those who didn’t accept disco believed that the 70’s never happened we just reran the sixties] we still believed we as individuals could make a better world. We were wrong. enjoy pjc
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