Nick Jenkins
@nickjenkins11.bsky.social
Grey/blue Sunday morning.
January 18, 2026 at 8:18 AM
Grey/blue Sunday morning.
Monet. Part of ‘The Thames below Westminster’.
January 17, 2026 at 3:19 PM
Monet. Part of ‘The Thames below Westminster’.
“So of course,” wrote Betty Flanders, pressing her heels rather deeper in the sand, “there was nothing for it but to leave.”
January 10, 2026 at 10:52 PM
“So of course,” wrote Betty Flanders, pressing her heels rather deeper in the sand, “there was nothing for it but to leave.”
Favourite of 2025.
January 1, 2026 at 10:57 AM
Favourite of 2025.
It was about half-past five on an October afternoon when Marya Zelli came out of the Café Lavenue, which is a dignified and comparatively expensive establishment on the Boulevard du Montparnasse.
December 30, 2025 at 11:23 AM
It was about half-past five on an October afternoon when Marya Zelli came out of the Café Lavenue, which is a dignified and comparatively expensive establishment on the Boulevard du Montparnasse.
Last month a flyer fluttered through my letterbox.
December 28, 2025 at 11:09 PM
Last month a flyer fluttered through my letterbox.
Saw an otter working its stretch. Wonderful.
December 28, 2025 at 10:51 PM
Saw an otter working its stretch. Wonderful.
As evening falls, the wood grouse is singing in the nearby beech groves.
December 24, 2025 at 1:18 PM
As evening falls, the wood grouse is singing in the nearby beech groves.
Our tendency to focus on the worst possible outcomes of an event (which, in reality, are unlikely) is also known as catastrophising.
December 23, 2025 at 9:37 AM
Our tendency to focus on the worst possible outcomes of an event (which, in reality, are unlikely) is also known as catastrophising.
On Friday 11th March 2022, my husband Matt and I drove up an untarmacked road in our hire car, in a small town 40 minutes north of Lisbon in Portugal.
December 22, 2025 at 6:58 PM
On Friday 11th March 2022, my husband Matt and I drove up an untarmacked road in our hire car, in a small town 40 minutes north of Lisbon in Portugal.
Solstice. The light is on its way.
December 21, 2025 at 7:48 PM
Solstice. The light is on its way.
Isata Kenneh-Mason: Beethoven, Ravel and Tabakova. Sublime.
December 20, 2025 at 11:26 PM
Isata Kenneh-Mason: Beethoven, Ravel and Tabakova. Sublime.
That day the four of them went to the library, though at different times.
December 8, 2025 at 8:20 PM
That day the four of them went to the library, though at different times.
Kestrel in the morning sky.
November 28, 2025 at 1:01 PM
Kestrel in the morning sky.
November sunset.
November 23, 2025 at 4:51 PM
November sunset.
Venus. Botticelli.
November 15, 2025 at 6:29 PM
Venus. Botticelli.
Off Corfu? Off Euboea? Off Cephalonia? Grigg would never say which it was.
November 7, 2025 at 6:10 PM
Off Corfu? Off Euboea? Off Cephalonia? Grigg would never say which it was.
Exile is the wound of kingship.
November 2, 2025 at 4:22 PM
Exile is the wound of kingship.
So much about this magnificent painting touches me. And today I learnt that it is covered with Poussin’s fingerprints.
October 29, 2025 at 7:21 PM
So much about this magnificent painting touches me. And today I learnt that it is covered with Poussin’s fingerprints.