James
@jrbuttenshaw.bsky.social
• photografellow (LRPS)
• motorised bicyclist
• cloud, cat, sea & morning person
• quiet place enthusiast
• AI & nft negative
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• motorised bicyclist
• cloud, cat, sea & morning person
• quiet place enthusiast
• AI & nft negative
linktr.ee/jrbuttenshaw
Yesterday’s blossom had my mind
March 13, 2025 at 7:19 AM
Yesterday’s blossom had my mind
Walking vaguely west I felt a branch brush my shoulder. The sun, our sun, emerged from behind the body of the tree as I continued.
February 24, 2025 at 9:12 AM
Walking vaguely west I felt a branch brush my shoulder. The sun, our sun, emerged from behind the body of the tree as I continued.
I watched as the wind moved the grasses under a watery sun. There was nothing in mind for a while.
February 23, 2025 at 10:36 PM
I watched as the wind moved the grasses under a watery sun. There was nothing in mind for a while.
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January 31, 2025 at 2:40 PM
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surface. day. feel. changeable.
January 21, 2025 at 8:57 PM
surface. day. feel. changeable.
My guitar and new strings.
January 19, 2025 at 9:38 PM
My guitar and new strings.
It was a morning of colour and haunting birdsong over the flats
January 19, 2025 at 6:23 PM
It was a morning of colour and haunting birdsong over the flats
A cough from somewhere
Leaves rustle - a cat, blackbird, or wren, perhaps
Foghorn echoes from the docks to the west
Cold air through my nose
Drops landing, here and over there
Sounds that cut the ink-like silence
Branches gather the mist and my thoughts
Leaves rustle - a cat, blackbird, or wren, perhaps
Foghorn echoes from the docks to the west
Cold air through my nose
Drops landing, here and over there
Sounds that cut the ink-like silence
Branches gather the mist and my thoughts
December 28, 2024 at 10:36 AM
A cough from somewhere
Leaves rustle - a cat, blackbird, or wren, perhaps
Foghorn echoes from the docks to the west
Cold air through my nose
Drops landing, here and over there
Sounds that cut the ink-like silence
Branches gather the mist and my thoughts
Leaves rustle - a cat, blackbird, or wren, perhaps
Foghorn echoes from the docks to the west
Cold air through my nose
Drops landing, here and over there
Sounds that cut the ink-like silence
Branches gather the mist and my thoughts
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Wallace Stevens
December 25, 2024 at 3:14 PM
Wallace Stevens
Toes and ankles in the chilled foam. Head and senses in the wind and spray. Thoughts in the clouds.
December 12, 2024 at 10:00 PM
Toes and ankles in the chilled foam. Head and senses in the wind and spray. Thoughts in the clouds.
Dawn. Stood in the bay. Wind and waves in deep conversation
December 12, 2024 at 8:53 AM
Dawn. Stood in the bay. Wind and waves in deep conversation
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Albarrán Cabrera, 2018
The Mouth of Krishna
The Mouth of Krishna
December 11, 2024 at 5:39 AM
Albarrán Cabrera, 2018
The Mouth of Krishna
The Mouth of Krishna
Stood next to it as all of it sang
December 8, 2024 at 8:27 PM
Stood next to it as all of it sang
There’s a man outside my window
December 4, 2024 at 1:26 AM
There’s a man outside my window
Yestereve I watched the light fade over the estuary. There are hints of orange in the sky this morning and dreams in between
December 3, 2024 at 7:11 AM
Yestereve I watched the light fade over the estuary. There are hints of orange in the sky this morning and dreams in between
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Michael Kenna
December 1, 2024 at 7:28 AM
Michael Kenna
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Toni Demuro
Connection
Connection
November 29, 2024 at 1:00 AM
Toni Demuro
Connection
Connection
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The young and the old watching over the park on this frosty morning 💚💙🍁🍂🌳
November 28, 2024 at 11:24 AM
The young and the old watching over the park on this frosty morning 💚💙🍁🍂🌳