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Toby Miller
@tobytram.bsky.social
Freelance video editor. Nebraskan/East Anglian, so possibly inclined towards flat lands. Once hosted a radio show about cinema, but now mainly take photos using prisms or pinholes. Being kept for my decorative seed head.

A stones throw from Cambridge.
The weekend Deities - Head of a Buddha in a tree / shoulders only Jesus under a (different) tree.
November 11, 2025 at 10:06 AM
A rough silly day of worry, but now @bugshaw.bsky.social is sending me photos of how she’s darning a favourite jumper of mine. That second photo, the small patch in the hem, how the thread gently helps the wool take shape again after years and years of use - just the most marvellous thing.
November 10, 2025 at 8:44 PM
Lucky to be working. Lucky to have work, I keep repeating to myself as I watch the Christmas holiday - the only break I take in a year - slowly whittled away by late and delayed deadlines. But lucky to be this stressed. to be gifted this continual rolling Hanna-Barbera backdrop of stress.
November 10, 2025 at 2:04 PM
This cleverly repositions all the other Hey Kids Rock ‘n’Roll mobile decorations - Joni Mitchell, Quentin Crisp, Sade, Sister Rosetta Tharpe, even Nick and Nora… - as the guest star killer Columbo has to pin down.
NEW! Columbo Decorations! Celebrating perhaps the greatest tv detective. They can be sent as cards and hung as decorations, the versatility is astounding!
Just one more thing...head on over to heykidsrocknroll.etsy.com for these and LOADS of other quality merchandise.
November 9, 2025 at 7:25 PM
The tunnel of light to home.

Wooded path. Long exposure with torch. Different ISO settings / running into the darkness to pose before walking back. Could have done this for hours.

A nearby field is earmarked for houses, so only a year of this before I’m mistaken for marsh lights.
November 9, 2025 at 6:17 PM
I like that the missing letters for Sheep and Lambs look like they’ve been taken by wolves. Picked off in the dead of night .

Word wolves.
November 9, 2025 at 4:51 PM
I heard a rustle in the hedge line, glanced behind me, and there the figure stood. Watching…

(watching the sunset, and then - like all ghosts - heading towards town. Possibly to the chippie)
November 9, 2025 at 3:26 PM
These test pieces @bugshaw.bsky.social brought back from her darning class look beautifully like fireworks in a night sky - especially the reverse of the repair,

I now fancy having a jumper that is 76% firework darning. (I don’t expect Bridget to make this for me)
November 8, 2025 at 10:43 PM
“Ladies and Gentleman. Don’t go anywhere yet, as we’ve also got a fantastic light show!!!”

The Bonfire, now fuelled only by builders pallets, barely 8 feet tall, and no longer with its annual sacrifice, crackles slighty as it cries into its flames.
The town fireworks display on the common behind my house. The DJ doing what DJ’s do best - interrupting the chorus of Pink Pony Club so they can make an announcement.
November 8, 2025 at 7:41 PM
The town fireworks display on the common behind my house. The DJ doing what DJ’s do best - interrupting the chorus of Pink Pony Club so they can make an announcement.
November 8, 2025 at 6:15 PM
Filming a bit of my walk for Bridget. I wanted to show her the deer, but didn’t realise one was a stag. I rarely see stags with their antlers, and this one was watching me watching him.

(music - a tiny bit of Eric Chenaux, just to mute my voice going “oooh look”)
November 8, 2025 at 5:31 PM
The horses having finished their Dungeons and Dragons game…
November 8, 2025 at 2:49 PM
The carousel and its little waning moon.
November 8, 2025 at 9:55 AM
I turned a corner and, mesmerised by my torch beam, they were motionless for long enough to take a photo. Then they ran towards the popcorn popping sky over the hill (a village firework display). Their ember eyes and the way they’ve gathered under the pole make them seem a little alien.
November 7, 2025 at 5:57 PM
Today marks the release of @jilk.bsky.social 's jilk.bandcamp.com/album/fix-yo... - which (and I'll stop harping on about it now) has a photo of my mother as the cover art.

It's Bandcamp Day so all money goes to the band (and you'll also receive a reassuring text from my mother about your hair)
FIX YOUR HEARTS, by Jilk
7 track album
jilk.bandcamp.com
November 7, 2025 at 1:55 PM
Joni Mitchell's birthday!
I adore this song. Far from classic period Mitchell, but it makes love feel like an exciting map in the frontispiece of a novel

People talk to tell you something
Or to take up space
Guess I'm only talking
To be talking to
Your pretty face

www.youtube.com/watch?v=50tn...
My Secret Place
YouTube video by Joni Mitchell - Topic
www.youtube.com
November 7, 2025 at 12:21 PM
A crocodile of pre-schoolers, looking like a row of fireworks in their bright safety jackets and hats, standing by the side of the town common, patiently waiting for the funfayre lorry to park up. On the back of the truck a ferris wheel, all crumpled up like the discarded first page of a novel.
November 7, 2025 at 10:47 AM
Back from dentist. Have had to have an entire back tooth removed due to it cracking very badly on toast.

“It may come out in stages…” warned the dentist.

“Like a Roman pot coming out of the soil” I interjected, a hundred episodes of Time Team leaping at once into my head.

“Yes”
November 5, 2025 at 12:31 PM
Sharing @jilk.bsky.social’s explanation of their new album cover, alongside my mother’s recent joking response to her photo being used.
November 5, 2025 at 10:46 AM
A photo of my father who, while looking to tidy the bookshelves behind the armchair, has found behind the books….another full shelf of books.

Like Narnia, only you push through the wardrobe to find more wardrobe, and more wardrobe beyond that. Miles of wardrobe.
November 4, 2025 at 7:03 PM
Music where you least expect It is wonderful. There should be drummers in the hedgerow and lead guitarists, like exotic birds of prey, practising in the tops of trees.
Similarly, I often cycle past 2 bagpipe players often rehearsing under a big oak tree on a quiet countryside lane. They’ve been doing this for at least 5 years now. I love bumping into them.
Ok, this is magic. As the music fades away on my headphones, and I come off the field edge and onto a farm road, I can just hear the saxophonist who practises on a rural lane near here. I happened upon him last year and took his photo. But that was summer, and this time the world is yellow and gold.
November 4, 2025 at 9:42 AM
Watching the Knitting challenge show - and they’re using chunky wool and large needles, I suppose in part to make the challenges feasible in the tight TV timeframe. And it reminds me of playing Nintendo GoldenEye on the easy setting where the heads were hugely oversized.
November 3, 2025 at 8:49 PM
A front door in Cambridge. The layers of paint on the sill - rhubarb, custard, a brilliant blue - hint at the door’s more
exciting, even revolutionary, past. This was once a door that was going places.
November 3, 2025 at 6:27 PM
At the barbers this morning and they were doing the crossword - one chap shouting out the clues. Now on a bus and the couple, top deck, front seats, are doing a crossword.

It’s like there’s been an alien body swap invasion, and the only thing they know about the human race is that we do crosswords
November 3, 2025 at 10:18 AM
They’ve fallen asleep in a manner that makes it seem one cat is dreaming of the other.
November 2, 2025 at 10:23 PM