I've just started reading 1984. Winston Smith was introduced almost immediately. For a paragraph or two, maybe even a page, I, of course, imagined a grey hollowed, but still magnificent, John Hurt. He suddenly disappeared, though, to be replaced by an uncharacteristically worn Freddie Fox. For now.
November 17, 2025 at 10:43 PM
I've just started reading 1984. Winston Smith was introduced almost immediately. For a paragraph or two, maybe even a page, I, of course, imagined a grey hollowed, but still magnificent, John Hurt. He suddenly disappeared, though, to be replaced by an uncharacteristically worn Freddie Fox. For now.
I have a wizened plum tree in my back garden. Usually we have pigeons, tits and finches flock to its gnarled branches. This morning there's a magpie sat there, barely visible, & I just realised its colouring lends itself to sitting in a tree that's shed its leaves with the white cloud as a backdrop.
November 1, 2025 at 10:23 AM
I have a wizened plum tree in my back garden. Usually we have pigeons, tits and finches flock to its gnarled branches. This morning there's a magpie sat there, barely visible, & I just realised its colouring lends itself to sitting in a tree that's shed its leaves with the white cloud as a backdrop.
Very much enjoyed a recent stop-off at the Green Hill Arts' Widdershins exhibition.
July 5, 2025 at 5:10 PM
Very much enjoyed a recent stop-off at the Green Hill Arts' Widdershins exhibition.
I'm going down to the beach
There's someone there I need to meet
He's a lonely figure
A shoe that causes blisters
A stone that leaves blood on your feet.
There's someone there I need to meet
He's a lonely figure
A shoe that causes blisters
A stone that leaves blood on your feet.
February 24, 2025 at 6:40 PM
I'm going down to the beach
There's someone there I need to meet
He's a lonely figure
A shoe that causes blisters
A stone that leaves blood on your feet.
There's someone there I need to meet
He's a lonely figure
A shoe that causes blisters
A stone that leaves blood on your feet.
The Cornfield, Constable, 1826.
When I was a small boy my grandparents had a print of this hanging in their hallway in a golden frame. I used to stare up at it in the gloom, mesmerised by the boy quenching his thirst, his impatient dog and the dark foreboding woodland.
I was there, inside it.
When I was a small boy my grandparents had a print of this hanging in their hallway in a golden frame. I used to stare up at it in the gloom, mesmerised by the boy quenching his thirst, his impatient dog and the dark foreboding woodland.
I was there, inside it.
January 17, 2025 at 11:58 PM
The Cornfield, Constable, 1826.
When I was a small boy my grandparents had a print of this hanging in their hallway in a golden frame. I used to stare up at it in the gloom, mesmerised by the boy quenching his thirst, his impatient dog and the dark foreboding woodland.
I was there, inside it.
When I was a small boy my grandparents had a print of this hanging in their hallway in a golden frame. I used to stare up at it in the gloom, mesmerised by the boy quenching his thirst, his impatient dog and the dark foreboding woodland.
I was there, inside it.
Sculpture by Peter Randall-Page at Tremenheere Sculpture Gardens in Cornwall.
January 9, 2025 at 5:44 PM
Sculpture by Peter Randall-Page at Tremenheere Sculpture Gardens in Cornwall.
James Turrell's Tewlwolow Kernow
January 9, 2025 at 5:35 PM
James Turrell's Tewlwolow Kernow
It has often been said that life goes round in a circle. What was once fought for and won needs to be fought for again as if no previous battle had ever been raged.
Know this, the long comfortable and content amongst us, there is an irreversible need for hands to get dirty and boots to be planted.
Know this, the long comfortable and content amongst us, there is an irreversible need for hands to get dirty and boots to be planted.
January 4, 2025 at 12:07 AM
It has often been said that life goes round in a circle. What was once fought for and won needs to be fought for again as if no previous battle had ever been raged.
Know this, the long comfortable and content amongst us, there is an irreversible need for hands to get dirty and boots to be planted.
Know this, the long comfortable and content amongst us, there is an irreversible need for hands to get dirty and boots to be planted.
Study of Puck for A Midsummer Night's Dream poster
by Jim Buck
by Jim Buck
January 3, 2025 at 4:33 PM
Study of Puck for A Midsummer Night's Dream poster
by Jim Buck
by Jim Buck
Giuseppe Tirelli 'La Miciona Supereroe Locale'
January 3, 2025 at 9:05 AM
Giuseppe Tirelli 'La Miciona Supereroe Locale'
Giuseppe Tirelli 'Vir et Domina'
January 3, 2025 at 8:38 AM
Giuseppe Tirelli 'Vir et Domina'
Giuseppe Tirelli 'Il Ritorno di Don Chisciotte'
January 3, 2025 at 8:25 AM
Giuseppe Tirelli 'Il Ritorno di Don Chisciotte'
The Circus (3) by Jim Buck
December 30, 2024 at 10:51 PM
The Circus (3) by Jim Buck
'She climbed into the branches, clad only in her shift, and was cutting off small twigs with a peculiarly curved knife, and as she did so she seemed to be talking to herself.' M R James
December 30, 2024 at 2:23 PM
'She climbed into the branches, clad only in her shift, and was cutting off small twigs with a peculiarly curved knife, and as she did so she seemed to be talking to herself.' M R James
We chased trees
And filled the moon
We made night
Last all afternoon
We danced with bridges
Upon the Thames
We gathered up London
And sent it to friends
We chased trees
Through the houses
We emptied Parliament
Into our trousers
We jumped the towers
And set a trend
We chased trees
Until the end.
And filled the moon
We made night
Last all afternoon
We danced with bridges
Upon the Thames
We gathered up London
And sent it to friends
We chased trees
Through the houses
We emptied Parliament
Into our trousers
We jumped the towers
And set a trend
We chased trees
Until the end.
December 30, 2024 at 2:11 PM
We chased trees
And filled the moon
We made night
Last all afternoon
We danced with bridges
Upon the Thames
We gathered up London
And sent it to friends
We chased trees
Through the houses
We emptied Parliament
Into our trousers
We jumped the towers
And set a trend
We chased trees
Until the end.
And filled the moon
We made night
Last all afternoon
We danced with bridges
Upon the Thames
We gathered up London
And sent it to friends
We chased trees
Through the houses
We emptied Parliament
Into our trousers
We jumped the towers
And set a trend
We chased trees
Until the end.
The waters of Badequella by Jim Buck
December 30, 2024 at 1:57 PM
The waters of Badequella by Jim Buck
'Face this world. Learn its ways, watch it, be careful of too hasty guesses at its meaning. In the end you will find clues to it all.'
H.G. Wells 'The Time Machine'
H.G. Wells 'The Time Machine'
December 8, 2024 at 5:59 PM
'Face this world. Learn its ways, watch it, be careful of too hasty guesses at its meaning. In the end you will find clues to it all.'
H.G. Wells 'The Time Machine'
H.G. Wells 'The Time Machine'
'The Man in the Crowd'
Jim Buck
Jim Buck
November 17, 2024 at 12:11 AM
'The Man in the Crowd'
Jim Buck
Jim Buck
I hope @bsky.app isn't somewhere where people come to suck up all the oxygen, a place to find an audience and demand all the attention.
I hope it's a place where you come to listen and get inspired by the small things, the everyday.
This isn't a market.
I hope it's a place where you come to listen and get inspired by the small things, the everyday.
This isn't a market.
November 14, 2024 at 7:13 AM
I hope @bsky.app isn't somewhere where people come to suck up all the oxygen, a place to find an audience and demand all the attention.
I hope it's a place where you come to listen and get inspired by the small things, the everyday.
This isn't a market.
I hope it's a place where you come to listen and get inspired by the small things, the everyday.
This isn't a market.
October 22, 2024 at 11:17 PM
'Self Portrait 2' by Jim Buck
October 16, 2024 at 10:56 PM
'Self Portrait 2' by Jim Buck
'Self Portrait 27' by Jim Buck
October 16, 2024 at 6:45 AM
'Self Portrait 27' by Jim Buck