caralockhartsmith

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Silver Water

A long time since I went out and stood on the edge of the Lees, and gazed at the river. The river that has been described, possibly by Burns, as “the silvery Tweed”. There is something about being under the strictures of this virus that has altered the way I inhabit the world around me. There is some curtailment of freedom that gets into one’s marrow. People being up near each other looks somehow strange. So however lucky we are in our own landscape, in our relative lack of stress compared to so many, all the same, something burrows into the mind. When I am out in my studio, there I don’t feel it. The birds come and go. The blackbird, who flew into our window at night several years ago, and looked so peaky last year I thought she was dying, with all her feathers fallen out where she had hit herself, and her bare back of skull this strange bent shape, almost like the head of a snake, and a miserable ambience about her – well, this autumn, she is back, with a new quite pretty ruff of grey feathers round the back of her neck, and is her usual, sprightly, somewhat forceful self. She is so tame, she never flies off when I open the studio door, but just stays where she is. She knows her name, she comes when I call: Miss Ruche, Miss Ruche.

December 26, 2020 Posted by | Art, Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

The Other Side of the Glass

October 13, 2019 Posted by | Art, Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , | Leave a comment

Julia’s Bird

October 13, 2019 Posted by | Art, Uncategorized | , , , , , | Leave a comment

Autumn Puddle

puddle

November 26, 2018 Posted by | Art, Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , | 1 Comment

Chestnut

chestnut3

November 23, 2018 Posted by | Art, Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , | Leave a comment

By Coldstream Bridge, November

SWAN

November 1, 2018 Posted by | Art, Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Rowan

 

rowan

October 22, 2018 Posted by | Art, Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , | Leave a comment

The Boat Across the Tweed

the boat

I’m in England, taking this photograph (and with an unwarranted private sign behind me, as the river path is, I have been told, a public right-of-way); and the boat is tied up in Scotland, waiting for a salmon fisherman to commandeer it.

October 22, 2018 Posted by | Art, Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Cheviot Hills

cheviot hills

October 21, 2018 Posted by | Art, Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , | 2 Comments

Autumn Path 2

 

pathway1

October 21, 2018 Posted by | Art, Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , | Leave a comment

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