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.
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
The weekend Deities - Head of a Buddha in a tree / shoulders only Jesus under a (different) tree.
But then I look down and Rula is looking like this, hoping she can stay here tonight and not be taken (3 doors down) back home. But she has to go home, and I’m sad again.
November 10, 2025 at 8:47 PM
But then I look down and Rula is looking like this, hoping she can stay here tonight and not be taken (3 doors down) back home. But she has to go home, and I’m sad again.
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
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.
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.
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
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.
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.
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.
Word wolves.
November 9, 2025 at 4:51 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.
Word wolves.
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)
(watching the sunset, and then - like all ghosts - heading towards town. Possibly to the chippie)
November 9, 2025 at 3:26 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)
(watching the sunset, and then - like all ghosts - heading towards town. Possibly to the chippie)
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)
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
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)
I now fancy having a jumper that is 76% firework darning. (I don’t expect Bridget to make this for me)
What is it about figures in brackish water?
November 8, 2025 at 6:19 PM
What is it about figures in brackish water?
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”)
(music - a tiny bit of Eric Chenaux, just to mute my voice going “oooh look”)
November 8, 2025 at 5:31 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”)
(music - a tiny bit of Eric Chenaux, just to mute my voice going “oooh look”)
The horses having finished their Dungeons and Dragons game…
November 8, 2025 at 2:49 PM
The horses having finished their Dungeons and Dragons game…
The carousel and its little waning moon.
November 8, 2025 at 9:55 AM
The carousel and its little waning moon.
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
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.
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
Sharing @jilk.bsky.social’s explanation of their new album cover, alongside my mother’s recent joking response to her photo being used.
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.
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
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.
Like Narnia, only you push through the wardrobe to find more wardrobe, and more wardrobe beyond that. Miles of wardrobe.
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.
exciting, even revolutionary, past. This was once a door that was going places.
November 3, 2025 at 6:27 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.
exciting, even revolutionary, past. This was once a door that was going places.
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
They’ve fallen asleep in a manner that makes it seem one cat is dreaming of the other.
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 2, 2025 at 4:15 PM
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.
Now listening: Hounds of Love. Which shouldn’t be a big deal. It’s a favourite album. But so precious is it that I’d sealed it away; perhaps only one full listen in the last 15 years.
So I downloaded it. And for the first time ever I am listening to The Big Sky whilst walking under a big sky.
So I downloaded it. And for the first time ever I am listening to The Big Sky whilst walking under a big sky.
November 2, 2025 at 3:36 PM
Now listening: Hounds of Love. Which shouldn’t be a big deal. It’s a favourite album. But so precious is it that I’d sealed it away; perhaps only one full listen in the last 15 years.
So I downloaded it. And for the first time ever I am listening to The Big Sky whilst walking under a big sky.
So I downloaded it. And for the first time ever I am listening to The Big Sky whilst walking under a big sky.
My father documenting my mother, with his eye for the absurd. I like that while my mother’s face is cropped out by the mirror, she is all there in her Peter Pan shadow.
November 1, 2025 at 10:32 AM
My father documenting my mother, with his eye for the absurd. I like that while my mother’s face is cropped out by the mirror, she is all there in her Peter Pan shadow.
The Haves and the Have Nots this evening. Lucia hoping that trickle
down economics will see some warm lap and fuss later on.
down economics will see some warm lap and fuss later on.
October 30, 2025 at 9:19 PM
The Haves and the Have Nots this evening. Lucia hoping that trickle
down economics will see some warm lap and fuss later on.
down economics will see some warm lap and fuss later on.
Out and about with my Death Beam.
October 30, 2025 at 6:07 PM
Out and about with my Death Beam.
This is just scratching a visual itch. The sudden reveal of nature / the colour green in European cinema - the magical edit in Švankmajer's Faust reminded me of the reveal of the graveyard (the only calm in the whole film) in Aki Kaurismäki's I Hired a Contract Killer.
October 29, 2025 at 9:52 AM
This is just scratching a visual itch. The sudden reveal of nature / the colour green in European cinema - the magical edit in Švankmajer's Faust reminded me of the reveal of the graveyard (the only calm in the whole film) in Aki Kaurismäki's I Hired a Contract Killer.
One last clip (I don’t wish to spoil all the delights, but this effect took my breath away). The marionette Faust, having run the marionette Devil ragged with a manic succession of calling and expelling, departs the stage in the eeriest, most magical way possible. Simply wonderous.
October 28, 2025 at 9:51 PM
One last clip (I don’t wish to spoil all the delights, but this effect took my breath away). The marionette Faust, having run the marionette Devil ragged with a manic succession of calling and expelling, departs the stage in the eeriest, most magical way possible. Simply wonderous.
Now watching Jan Švankmajer’s Lekce Faust, and I love the detail where, after a flutter of stop motion, puppetry and simple clever practical effects, Faust decides he’d probably best sit down - this sounds like it’s gonna be a speech.
October 28, 2025 at 8:42 PM
Now watching Jan Švankmajer’s Lekce Faust, and I love the detail where, after a flutter of stop motion, puppetry and simple clever practical effects, Faust decides he’d probably best sit down - this sounds like it’s gonna be a speech.
WhatsApp call with @bugshaw.bsky.social this morning, a few moments after she realised she was calling as Eraserhead and I noticed I was answering as Barton Fink. (Bridget has just had a super-duper new haircut from @rosyrockets.bsky.social, while I need a haircut)
(posted with permission)
(posted with permission)
October 28, 2025 at 1:02 PM
WhatsApp call with @bugshaw.bsky.social this morning, a few moments after she realised she was calling as Eraserhead and I noticed I was answering as Barton Fink. (Bridget has just had a super-duper new haircut from @rosyrockets.bsky.social, while I need a haircut)
(posted with permission)
(posted with permission)