So, as you've probably surmised, from the stacks and stacks of old postcards I buy at estate sales, I love postcards. Really, it's a love of actual paper correspondence of any kind, but postcards especially. I'm just winding up a week of postcards from my dear friend, Abbie. Every once in a while, I'll send a week's worth of pc's to a friend or sister dear (one a day, for seven days) and then they reciprocate. It's lovely. I highly recommend you give it a go.
And now for some classic postcards.
Just look at that picture. Who else was going to receive this card?
(Postcard is "Witness" by Nikki McClure)
|From Maya. |
I haven't actually witnessed a bunny this large YET, but my hopes are high for tomorrow.
Plus, I'm pretty sure that's Matt Damon saddling this guy up, so I'm assuming where I'll find one I'll find the other.
|You be the judge.|
|From Mike. |
This dancing bear is rock n rollin'. Or he's dying.
Either way, he's a Nicolai character in waiting.
|From Monika. |
I am super-pissed off about my stereo & my Portishead cd!
They're having a great time--except the two who have fallen & look
utterly dismayed. But they'll get back on the horse. We have to believe they will.
Edie! Oh Edie darling! What? I don't have warts. Yeah, in a minute.
No one wants to have sex with you, you're old. Marble faun.
|From Dan. |
In the night. In the dark. No one will come any nearer than town.
About a year ago, I started keeping a postcard album. All my postcards are tucked securely behind their little plastic sleeves (when they're not busy hanging out on the bookshelf), just waiting for a night like tonight.