She liked it very much that he didn’t look like a blacksmith.

He was a good horseshoer and did not look much like a blacksmith even with his leather apron on.

From Smith’s back door you could look out across the woods that ran down to the lake and across the bay.

I never saw this great-uncle, but I’m supposed to look like him⁠—with special reference to the rather hard-boiled painting that hangs in father’s office.