While i love sending postcards, i also love the postcards themselves – each has its own artist story behind and all of that. Yet postcards spending their infinity in a shoebox without fulfilling their destiny is rather sad. As such, i compromise by snapping a quick shot of the front before dropping into the time/space portal wormhole to intended (and thrilled no doubt) recipient.
This batch was scribbled upon in April 2014 in Logan, Utah and my (now late) Mom’s house. 5th in a series for archival purposes, as well as ephemeral amusement.