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.
Thelma Ritter in Pillow Talk, looking like they’ve scratched away the celluloid emulsion to discover another, earlier and more thrilling, film underneath.
November 20, 2025 at 8:36 PM
Thelma Ritter in Pillow Talk, looking like they’ve scratched away the celluloid emulsion to discover another, earlier and more thrilling, film underneath.
Christopher Nolan on the new blimp to muffle the sound of his IMAX cameras / the great Jack Cardiff on the blimp to muffle the sound of the Technicolor camera - I think they called the blimped and bulky Technicolour camera 'the magic cottage'?
Anyway, I just liked history repeating itself.
Anyway, I just liked history repeating itself.
![https://www.avclub.com/christopher-nolan-usable-sound-the-odyssey
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November 20, 2025 at 2:30 PM
Christopher Nolan on the new blimp to muffle the sound of his IMAX cameras / the great Jack Cardiff on the blimp to muffle the sound of the Technicolor camera - I think they called the blimped and bulky Technicolour camera 'the magic cottage'?
Anyway, I just liked history repeating itself.
Anyway, I just liked history repeating itself.
But back in the 1970’s an English lady arrived in the mid-west and grew a small garden.
Reminded of Penelope Fitzgerald’s The Bookshop, who opens her store in the small town and nobody ever really wants it.
Reminded of Penelope Fitzgerald’s The Bookshop, who opens her store in the small town and nobody ever really wants it.
November 20, 2025 at 10:35 AM
But back in the 1970’s an English lady arrived in the mid-west and grew a small garden.
Reminded of Penelope Fitzgerald’s The Bookshop, who opens her store in the small town and nobody ever really wants it.
Reminded of Penelope Fitzgerald’s The Bookshop, who opens her store in the small town and nobody ever really wants it.
Amazingly the house remains. All the trees are gone (I fell out of one of them when I was a child). A cold house, with black widow spiders in the dark corners, and a basement for tornado warnings (I remember the green sky and howling siren of a close call). A storm ditch down the road to play in.
November 20, 2025 at 10:20 AM
Amazingly the house remains. All the trees are gone (I fell out of one of them when I was a child). A cold house, with black widow spiders in the dark corners, and a basement for tornado warnings (I remember the green sky and howling siren of a close call). A storm ditch down the road to play in.
Ok, this is cool.
In America, in Nebraska, we lived next to an airbase. British Vulcans were based there; Vulcans are the coolest of planes - an art nouveau Star Wars of a shape and Neil Young feedback of a roar. I recall them flying over, and here one is, all faded like a photocopy of a photocopy
In America, in Nebraska, we lived next to an airbase. British Vulcans were based there; Vulcans are the coolest of planes - an art nouveau Star Wars of a shape and Neil Young feedback of a roar. I recall them flying over, and here one is, all faded like a photocopy of a photocopy
November 20, 2025 at 10:10 AM
Ok, this is cool.
In America, in Nebraska, we lived next to an airbase. British Vulcans were based there; Vulcans are the coolest of planes - an art nouveau Star Wars of a shape and Neil Young feedback of a roar. I recall them flying over, and here one is, all faded like a photocopy of a photocopy
In America, in Nebraska, we lived next to an airbase. British Vulcans were based there; Vulcans are the coolest of planes - an art nouveau Star Wars of a shape and Neil Young feedback of a roar. I recall them flying over, and here one is, all faded like a photocopy of a photocopy
A single snowflake forecast to roll into town after dark, like the troublemaker in a western, arriving on an otherwise empty train. He won’t plan to stay, but he takes a liking to our gentle town, and to the schoolteacher. He looks to set his past behind him, and we’ll convince him to be our sheriff
November 20, 2025 at 8:37 AM
A single snowflake forecast to roll into town after dark, like the troublemaker in a western, arriving on an otherwise empty train. He won’t plan to stay, but he takes a liking to our gentle town, and to the schoolteacher. He looks to set his past behind him, and we’ll convince him to be our sheriff
Filming it flying away, then losing my balance on the riverbank.
November 18, 2025 at 8:18 PM
Filming it flying away, then losing my balance on the riverbank.
It’s an 8-bit owl compared to a proper and patient nature photo, but all I had was my phone, my torch, and my Sneakers slow walk through the leaf litter. Closing in and zooming out.
Saw an owl on this riverbank tree two years ago, so kept going back, with no luck until tonight.
Saw an owl on this riverbank tree two years ago, so kept going back, with no luck until tonight.
November 18, 2025 at 8:17 PM
It’s an 8-bit owl compared to a proper and patient nature photo, but all I had was my phone, my torch, and my Sneakers slow walk through the leaf litter. Closing in and zooming out.
Saw an owl on this riverbank tree two years ago, so kept going back, with no luck until tonight.
Saw an owl on this riverbank tree two years ago, so kept going back, with no luck until tonight.
Sam Lowry's beautifully damp commuter toast popped into my head.
November 18, 2025 at 4:49 PM
Sam Lowry's beautifully damp commuter toast popped into my head.
Sunday night film - Midnight (1939). A delight to find a new screwball, and while the wheels almost come off by the end, it’s ridiculously funny and stupidly sexy.
Claudette Colbert has one of one finest entrances in film - a sleeping beauty glowing in a dingy railway carriage.
Claudette Colbert has one of one finest entrances in film - a sleeping beauty glowing in a dingy railway carriage.
November 17, 2025 at 12:19 AM
Sunday night film - Midnight (1939). A delight to find a new screwball, and while the wheels almost come off by the end, it’s ridiculously funny and stupidly sexy.
Claudette Colbert has one of one finest entrances in film - a sleeping beauty glowing in a dingy railway carriage.
Claudette Colbert has one of one finest entrances in film - a sleeping beauty glowing in a dingy railway carriage.
Properly chilly for the first time this autumn.
In a coincidence this morning my mother sent over a photo of Aldeburgh in winter, 1971. This is the year nobody noticed my baby face had been swapped by fairies for features carved into a turnip.
In a coincidence this morning my mother sent over a photo of Aldeburgh in winter, 1971. This is the year nobody noticed my baby face had been swapped by fairies for features carved into a turnip.
November 16, 2025 at 4:11 PM
Properly chilly for the first time this autumn.
In a coincidence this morning my mother sent over a photo of Aldeburgh in winter, 1971. This is the year nobody noticed my baby face had been swapped by fairies for features carved into a turnip.
In a coincidence this morning my mother sent over a photo of Aldeburgh in winter, 1971. This is the year nobody noticed my baby face had been swapped by fairies for features carved into a turnip.
Orphans of the storm.
An ellipsis of dining cats.
An ellipsis of dining cats.
November 16, 2025 at 8:21 AM
Orphans of the storm.
An ellipsis of dining cats.
An ellipsis of dining cats.
“ round up the usual marmalade suspects”
November 16, 2025 at 8:11 AM
“ round up the usual marmalade suspects”
My neighbour has both her sister’s and her father’s dogs staying overnight, so two of her cats are sheltering with us. They, like Bridget, are about to watch Peter Weir’s ‘Fearless’ for the first time.
November 15, 2025 at 8:18 PM
My neighbour has both her sister’s and her father’s dogs staying overnight, so two of her cats are sheltering with us. They, like Bridget, are about to watch Peter Weir’s ‘Fearless’ for the first time.
The light to the west. It’s the Atlantic Ocean’s problem now.
November 15, 2025 at 5:24 PM
The light to the west. It’s the Atlantic Ocean’s problem now.
Oh silliness. my mother has texted me a photo from a movie she is watching, an obvious bedroom scene - so she can point out the age of the pattern in the quilt.
November 14, 2025 at 10:41 PM
Oh silliness. my mother has texted me a photo from a movie she is watching, an obvious bedroom scene - so she can point out the age of the pattern in the quilt.
Tonight’s film, The Soul of a Monster 1944) felt like a Universal Horror made by a corporate film company. Not much worked, but it didn’t work in interesting ways.
Then there’s this remarkable shot, which is spooky and stage bound and matter of fact in a manner that reminds me of Carnival of Souls.
Then there’s this remarkable shot, which is spooky and stage bound and matter of fact in a manner that reminds me of Carnival of Souls.
November 13, 2025 at 11:09 PM
Tonight’s film, The Soul of a Monster 1944) felt like a Universal Horror made by a corporate film company. Not much worked, but it didn’t work in interesting ways.
Then there’s this remarkable shot, which is spooky and stage bound and matter of fact in a manner that reminds me of Carnival of Souls.
Then there’s this remarkable shot, which is spooky and stage bound and matter of fact in a manner that reminds me of Carnival of Souls.
A tiny clip of how they animated the Ribbon Mice.
Ridiculously undervalued work. We should have parades for animators. Very very very slow parades, where we, the spectators, are tasked with moving - by increments - those being celebrated.
Ridiculously undervalued work. We should have parades for animators. Very very very slow parades, where we, the spectators, are tasked with moving - by increments - those being celebrated.
November 13, 2025 at 9:25 AM
A tiny clip of how they animated the Ribbon Mice.
Ridiculously undervalued work. We should have parades for animators. Very very very slow parades, where we, the spectators, are tasked with moving - by increments - those being celebrated.
Ridiculously undervalued work. We should have parades for animators. Very very very slow parades, where we, the spectators, are tasked with moving - by increments - those being celebrated.
When I got home this evening. The other me, wet from last night’s rain.
November 12, 2025 at 8:33 PM
When I got home this evening. The other me, wet from last night’s rain.
Somebody walking the narrow top field path, which I walked this time yesterday. It’s a path rarely walked at night, so I assume that is me and my light, and the field between us is acting as a lens dilating time.
Going to shout a warning that the cat was sick / will be sick this/tomorrow morning
Going to shout a warning that the cat was sick / will be sick this/tomorrow morning
November 12, 2025 at 7:14 PM
Somebody walking the narrow top field path, which I walked this time yesterday. It’s a path rarely walked at night, so I assume that is me and my light, and the field between us is acting as a lens dilating time.
Going to shout a warning that the cat was sick / will be sick this/tomorrow morning
Going to shout a warning that the cat was sick / will be sick this/tomorrow morning
Little Miss High & Mighty.
November 11, 2025 at 8:23 PM
Little Miss High & Mighty.
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.
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.