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So long ago that dreams and memories have become difficult to distinguish, my love of photography began in a darkened room pierced by a beam of light, my father at the helm of the Kodak carousel projector. Initiation into that sacred suburban rite — the slide show — planted a tiny, tenacious idea that survives even now after thousands of revisions:
Photography can bring back wonder, knowledge, and emotion from journeys to any frontier.
Years later I carried mother's beautiful Leica M3 around campus and reveled in the analog alchemy, watching my images slowly emerge from trays of liquid developer. I still believed in those journeys. I still hoped to return with a roll of Pan X film capturing some gnosis unavailable in ordinary life. University, art school, and many pilgrimages- physical and chemical - followed.
My journeys are farther afield now, and this site is my message in a bottle.
Unfurl a few of the messages inside.
— pc, 2026
These photographs are of course, spontaneous improvisations, but then... they're not: landscapes verging on transcendent, urban moments grabbed mid-breath, tiny shards of found beauty — all made with the same restless instinct, whether the subject is a galaxy from a mountain top, or a naked mannequin in an alley. But then you look a little deeper and find some highly intentional composition, feel some Shanshui ink-wash stillness and unflinching directness of Diane Arbus — all morphed through a guy who's been at it since the 1970s, and still hasn't decided what he wants to be when he grows up.
Mr. Chase calls it "Documentary Surrealism," which is either a serious aesthetic philosophy or a very clever way of saying "I make it up as I go." Possibly both?
Mr. Chase studied art and photography properly, at actual universities, so there's intent and technique under the chaos. But his real education has been in the decades since, traveling the world chasing wonder with a camera. He now lives in Virginia with his remarkable girlfriend and a zero-pet policy.
So is it art? Pity, but you'll have to decide. Peter's just going to keep making the pictures either way.
May 2026
Hello World!
Welcome to version 1.0. Building a site has been on the old mental to-do list for some time, but as I've zero web design background instead my energy had been spent inventing excuses and polishing my procrastination skills. But as luck would have it AI technology finally caught up with my ignorance! I can sincerely say diving into the deep end of the internet pool has been a bracing experience I've truly enjoyed — my sincerest thanks go to my (literally) tireless and infinitely patient assistant Claude.
Stay Tuned
Periodically I'll be adding new images, new functionality and hopefully fix more things than I break. All of the current photos are from, I believe, the last 4 years, but before long I'll be digging in the archives and post some "classics". :-)
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Any comments, suggestions, sycophantic praise or basically anything on this side of mean comments about my mental health are encouraged and appreciated.

© 2026 Peter B Chase. All rights reserved. All images on this site are the exclusive property of Peter B Chase and may not be reproduced, copied, transmitted, or manipulated without written permission. Unauthorized use is a violation of federal copyright law and will be prosecuted to the full extent of the law, including but not limited to, a full body wax administered by a really rough, six-foot-tall Swedish woman, those really really cringy photographs your girlfriend took of you in high school being published online and possibly something involving a plague of locusts, or other bad stuff.
Age sacrifices mystery to understanding,
wonder to indifference, perception to expectation.
Visit the galleries to resist.