Flashlight

This is not how the view from the window looked, but the distortion of light was intended. I like the ambiguity of the play of glass and reflections. It feels like November, late afternoon. Which is what it was.

The Other Side of the Glass

Julia’s Bird

Reflection of Rhododendrons

 

Window and Reflection

Sunlight on the Studio Wall

My Window in the Evening

Frog at the Glass 2

At 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.

Frog at the Glass 1

And a Very Good Afternoon to You, Too