February 26, 2015 - Posted by Cara Lockhart Smith | Art, Photography, Uncategorized | lane, photograph, puddles, River Tweed, scottish borders, walking
I’m Cara, and I live in Coldstream, in the Scottish Borders As well as writing and illustrating books for children I have recently been painting on canvas, in my octagonal studio (aka The Tardis) which inhabits a corner of the vegetable garden. My work for children has been published in several countries, and translated into different languages. My favourite form at the moment is the picture book, but I have also had published poetry, children’s novels, and illustrations for the work of other authors, and have worked extensively on projects with children. I go out most days with my camera and create blog entries from the results. Some of the pictures I take will be used as background material for the picture book which I am working on at the moment. My son Matty set up this WordPress blog for me, and it has added a dimension to my life which surprises me. It is also interesting and inspiring to read the blogs of other people from different parts of the world, and to look at their sometimes fascinating pictures.
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The puddles remind me of the broken glass of Magritte’s “La Clef des Champs”. Thanks for sharing your rich inner/ outer world. Cathy
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I understand that reference, Cathy. What an amazing picture – I often forget how poetic Magritte is. Those puddles in the lane always seem to be there, and this isn’t the only time I’ve photographed them. I like that single tree against the sky. It was raining for much of last night, and the wind howling across the square kept me awake, so I expect the Tweed has flooded, or at least its tribuatary, The Leet. Does that little rhyme about March go: “Comes in like a lion, goes out like a lamb” ? If it is that way round, then last night was the lion bit. C X
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Looks lonely and beautiful all at the same time.
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Thank you for your comment, Wendy. It’s the combination of the puddles and the tree and the sky that I like. Quite often there is a particular light here, as I reach this lane at the end of my walk and it is starting to get dark. This part of the world, one can walk for miles and not meet a soul, and it doesn’t really feel lonely as there are many birds and quite a few squirrels and some deer too. I would find it difficult to live in a city these days….
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If I had lanes like that to walk along, I wouldn’t want to return to the city either!
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