caralockhartsmith

stories and illustration

Reflection of Rhododendrons

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May 31, 2018 Posted by | Art, Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , | 1 Comment

Window and Reflection

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February 15, 2016 Posted by | Art, Uncategorized | , , , , | Leave a comment

Sunlight on the Studio Wall

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April 15, 2015 Posted by | Art, Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , | Leave a comment

My Window in the Evening

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April 11, 2015 Posted by | Art, Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , | Leave a comment

Frog at the Glass 2

FrogAt first we thought this was the resident toad, who makes an appearance once a year or so, but it seems to me, from the glistening skin and the smooth back that it is probably a frog, though it is much larger than frogs I have seen before.  It was gazing at its faint reflection and didn’t seem at all bothered about being peered at.  It was so still you could only tell it was living by the gulping gestures at its throat. I think its black unblinking eye is a thing of beauty, with its goldish rim and that turquoise lid.  The little stubby front paws contrast with the great webbed feet. We left it alone, and when we came back from our walk it had disappeared, possibly back into the region of the pond, which is now unfrozen, with the first new iris leaves appearing above the dark water.

February 16, 2015 Posted by | Art, Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , | 2 Comments

Frog at the Glass 1

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February 16, 2015 Posted by | Art, Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , | 4 Comments

And a Very Good Afternoon to You, Too

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February 16, 2015 Posted by | Art, Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , | 2 Comments

Window 2

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May 28, 2014 Posted by | Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , | 2 Comments

Window 1

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May 28, 2014 Posted by | Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , | Leave a comment

November: Window, Weathervane, Washing

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The garden seen through the glass in the studio door, I am back working on The Midnight Hare and trying to decide how to use the materials that fill up the two cupboards that are like a bustle on the back of the octagonal building.  Sit in there, watching the sparrows feeding; not hearing the washing cracking in the wind, as there is no wind today, only a sharp edge of cold, so all the towels will still be soaking when they are taken down. Last week I redid the whole rough, 32-pages, and now there is no excuse not to start working on the detailed rough-to-size, and some couple or so of finished pictures. But I am led astray by the camera sitting on the table, and thus peer out through the door window, enjoying the way the almost monochrome world is twisted and twirled on the other side of the glass.

November 18, 2013 Posted by | Illustration, Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

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