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.
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
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
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
Lying in silence among the grasses this evening my camera and I. I wondered upon the age of the sun and how it compares to its peers. My front sodden with dew but care not did I. #FindingQuietPlaces
November 28, 2024 at 9:32 PM
Lying in silence among the grasses this evening my camera and I. I wondered upon the age of the sun and how it compares to its peers. My front sodden with dew but care not did I. #FindingQuietPlaces
Beside water and grasses as our star dips for the night. Nothing in mind but now, and absorbing the gift.
November 26, 2024 at 5:29 PM
Beside water and grasses as our star dips for the night. Nothing in mind but now, and absorbing the gift.
I see dreams on the horizon. Collections of dreams. A tide retreats to collect them. In flood it returns with its catch. I sit and wait for it, waiting to swim.
November 25, 2024 at 9:10 PM
I see dreams on the horizon. Collections of dreams. A tide retreats to collect them. In flood it returns with its catch. I sit and wait for it, waiting to swim.
Sought quiet places this afternoon, to bathe in the wind and be cleansed by its blanket. Stilled and in the present for a while, talking my stories to the air who carried them away and dissolved them. Renewed calm and clarity.
November 24, 2024 at 5:24 PM
Sought quiet places this afternoon, to bathe in the wind and be cleansed by its blanket. Stilled and in the present for a while, talking my stories to the air who carried them away and dissolved them. Renewed calm and clarity.
That time of day when conscious thoughts mingle with bursts of dreams leaving an uneasy middle existence. Quite delicious, sometimes.
November 22, 2024 at 1:31 AM
That time of day when conscious thoughts mingle with bursts of dreams leaving an uneasy middle existence. Quite delicious, sometimes.
It lead me to the mud flats where I joined the birds
November 18, 2024 at 5:20 PM
It lead me to the mud flats where I joined the birds