Nick Short 🇺🇦
@nickfshortbskysoci.bsky.social
It’s your road and yours alone. Others may walk it with you, but no one can walk it for you.
The background picture is part of a painting I am lucky to own called 'The Isles of Sinodun' by the talented artist @annadillon.bsky.social.
The background picture is part of a painting I am lucky to own called 'The Isles of Sinodun' by the talented artist @annadillon.bsky.social.
Softly the evening came with the sunset ...
June 26, 2025 at 8:26 PM
Softly the evening came with the sunset ...
It's a dreadful world in many places and for many reasons. And sometimes, I'll be honest, I come close to losing hope. Then I look at this peaceful view and it calms me. Or anaesthetises me. I certainly feel better for it, if only for a while. Night, all.
June 10, 2025 at 7:08 PM
It's a dreadful world in many places and for many reasons. And sometimes, I'll be honest, I come close to losing hope. Then I look at this peaceful view and it calms me. Or anaesthetises me. I certainly feel better for it, if only for a while. Night, all.
I found historian Roger Morehouse in a pub in Piccadilly this evening. Honestly, you can't go anywhere for a quiet drink these days.
June 3, 2025 at 9:34 PM
I found historian Roger Morehouse in a pub in Piccadilly this evening. Honestly, you can't go anywhere for a quiet drink these days.
Goodnight from me and the girls.
June 2, 2025 at 7:51 PM
Goodnight from me and the girls.
My father died in the sea in Sardinia #OTD in 1974. I was with him and just survived the undercurrent. He was 58, I was 16. I've missed him every day since. I miss the conversations we never had. The moments we never shared. And I will remember him until the day I too die.
May 31, 2025 at 9:58 AM
My father died in the sea in Sardinia #OTD in 1974. I was with him and just survived the undercurrent. He was 58, I was 16. I've missed him every day since. I miss the conversations we never had. The moments we never shared. And I will remember him until the day I too die.
And willows, willow-herb, and grass, And meadowsweet, and haycocks dry, No whit less still and lonely fair than the high cloudlets in the sky.
May 28, 2025 at 5:58 PM
And willows, willow-herb, and grass, And meadowsweet, and haycocks dry, No whit less still and lonely fair than the high cloudlets in the sky.
May 28, 2025 at 3:10 PM
Behind me here!
May 26, 2025 at 7:24 AM
Behind me here!
I've been astride Tommy again for an hour and a half.
May 25, 2025 at 2:44 PM
I've been astride Tommy again for an hour and a half.
A wonderful painting of #Southwold by a good - and very talented - friend of mine.
May 25, 2025 at 11:21 AM
A wonderful painting of #Southwold by a good - and very talented - friend of mine.
Interior of #Lavenham parish church today, with the US flag and memorial to the brave boys of the USAAF who served locally in #WW2 on display.
#MemorialDay
#MemorialDay
May 25, 2025 at 4:28 AM
Interior of #Lavenham parish church today, with the US flag and memorial to the brave boys of the USAAF who served locally in #WW2 on display.
#MemorialDay
#MemorialDay
May 22, 2025 at 7:22 AM
Rosie sends her regards ...
May 13, 2025 at 1:42 PM
Rosie sends her regards ...
So when for me life’s latest hour soft passes to its end, may glory, born of earth and heaven, the earth and heaven blend. Flooded with light the spirits float, with silent rapture glow, till where earth ends and heaven begins the soul shall scarcely know.
May 9, 2025 at 8:16 PM
So when for me life’s latest hour soft passes to its end, may glory, born of earth and heaven, the earth and heaven blend. Flooded with light the spirits float, with silent rapture glow, till where earth ends and heaven begins the soul shall scarcely know.
Field of dreams.
May 2, 2025 at 2:10 PM
Field of dreams.
Books, books, books ...
April 27, 2025 at 7:38 PM
Books, books, books ...
There is no time like Spring,
Like Spring that passes by;
There is no life like Spring-life born to die,
Piercing the sod,
Clothing the uncouth clod,
Hatched in the nest,
Fledged on the windy bough,
Strong on the wing:
There is no time like Spring that passes by …
Like Spring that passes by;
There is no life like Spring-life born to die,
Piercing the sod,
Clothing the uncouth clod,
Hatched in the nest,
Fledged on the windy bough,
Strong on the wing:
There is no time like Spring that passes by …
April 27, 2025 at 5:46 PM
There is no time like Spring,
Like Spring that passes by;
There is no life like Spring-life born to die,
Piercing the sod,
Clothing the uncouth clod,
Hatched in the nest,
Fledged on the windy bough,
Strong on the wing:
There is no time like Spring that passes by …
Like Spring that passes by;
There is no life like Spring-life born to die,
Piercing the sod,
Clothing the uncouth clod,
Hatched in the nest,
Fledged on the windy bough,
Strong on the wing:
There is no time like Spring that passes by …
This should keep the beastly forriners at bay ...
April 27, 2025 at 2:49 PM
This should keep the beastly forriners at bay ...
