Fine Art Photographer
Lebanon Green sort of my equator on my travels to Manchester, of childhood memories. The Green is the best use of public space I find in my travels. Open Space and a walk around the Green rarely is no one there. Winter they flood the center of the green for Ice skating. Looking up seeing the sky and trees is a creative meditation. peace pjc
September fields and trees show little color between here and there. Dusk and a brilliant sky close the day. Color arrives soon. When does every picture become the same?
Same day a little later the birds make a final circle above the cut corn for a bed time snack. enjoy pjc
Photographic Art Last October
A visual and verbal look at a country road, a road traveled for a lifetime. An artist’s journey of thought, vision and seasons.
Spring Youth
Between Here and There
I was a child, free exploring
Everything was new, I learned to create, to see
Between here and there
I was a teen, girls and cars immortality
Between here and there,
There was a war, it wasn’t my war
I just said no! It is not my war
I’m still fighting the war that isn’t mine
Between Here and There
I believed I could make a difference
Some say I/We did, I think they are fooled
The System has taught them to follow
Stay in Line, Don’t talk in the Line to nowhere
Between Here and There
We ended that war, NOT
Hay Fields
Become MacMansions
But we bought genuine imitation leather
And other profitable well packaged lies,
Educated to be blind and buy, consume
People not profits we screamed
Till our voices became hoarse
We screamed, marched, voted,
Quieter and quieter our voices became
Drowned out by the drone of our tape decks,
Drugs, student loans
Between Here and There
Debt and fear replaced morality, idealism
Slowly, but the more you spin convenience
In your food processor the less you hear
Between Here and There
1984 came and went but Big Brother didn’t arrive
Or show himself
Between Here and There
It wasn’t his time YET
Between Here and There
Voices now silent
The war a road show production
Brought to you by “The Two Party System”
Us and Them, Profits not people first they whispered
Educated with Artifiscal intelligence
Compassion always artificial here in the Homeland
Between Here and There
The War goes on, profits for the one party are up
Between Here and There
Educated Americans believe in, the “Middle Class”
There is no Middle Class
Just us and them,
Between here and there
Rt 87 my metaphor, my life, my ride. Family Farms on one side Corp Farms on the other. The Lebanon Green and Country Store childhood and old age coexisting.
The “The Middle Class” strive for a room at the Inn
A role in the Fairy Tale a place at the table of
“The Royal Knights of Wall St” doing God’s work
An unobtainable goal to strive for as seen on TV
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Between Here and There
enjoy pjc © Peter J. Crowley 2010