Peter J. Crowley

Fine Art Photographer

Two Weeks of New Life Spring at Home

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April 7th just the light 

The farmers market growing food flowers and fun.

Mel of Mel O’Soup adding a pinch of humor to my stroll. 

The child has the answer.

Mom and daughter blooming naturally at the Olympia Farmers Market

A steady hand just a day after a month at St.  Peter’s Hospital.

Nuanced, vibrant spring colors. 

Spring new life abstraction April 5th.

Spring on the sunny side of the street.

peace

The Circle and Season Feb 22nd March 14th, 2022

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The circle became smaller this season. Spring.

A new Spring window view that rarely changes.

My circle has become very small filled with stress and depression. I continue to make Art.

The staff here takes great care of me. On a first visit to my circle a respiratory therapist quipped ” I hear you have a chronic condition of constant creating of laugher.”

Layered Life. So my work continues as I work to escape this tiny circle. There is more art and emotion to make out there.

The professionals at St. Peter’s are the most caring compassionate staff  I have encountered in my far to experienced study.

The past will become the present again.

peace my friends

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November Fifth 2021 A Tree ————-An Ent

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The historic tree down the street a subject often shot. Like Arnold Prince told me the figure is in the stone you just bring it out. The image was in my head but hadn’t been released. November 5th I saw it at last. 

I stood in the street drinking coffee as the tree and clouds shared many moods.

Brilliant color from nature and my minds eye.

Dark, cold stormy this Giant Ent had tales to tell. I listened for over thirty minutes. The thoughts warm sepia bringing comfort to strong dark, cold and stormy.

The sky provided rapidly changing frames for me to create.

November 3rd another favorite hard wood of mine. Maybe it is their age or that there are fewer out west than in Connecticut. 

Color surrounds the last leaves.