Postcardia-cum-Poetica #44

This postcard had a bit of an adventure before it even intentionally set forth on its way to Melbourne. It was blown twice from the balcony I was sitting on last week, while we were at Frew Park, and the second time it looked as though I had lost it for good.

We found it spooning the wall of the building.

I thought I had lost it a third time. Eventually found it nestled in the book that I had placed it in for safe keeping from the blustering wind.

Made from my 2015 postcard, and taken from the ten raw postcards I sent down to Adam at the start of 2016, #44 is my first dip back into that artistic landscape. The words were taken from my Elyora baggie of fragments.

I’m torn as to whether it is a summer poem or a winter one. What do you think?

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Postcardia-cum-Poetica #43

The cardboard envelope I keep my postcards in is almost rupturing since my friends started collecting postcards to give me. This one, advertising a photographic initiative from National Archive, was in a bundle given to me by Nicole. 

The black and white has been rendered into sepia by the night lighting of my kitchen table, but I don’t mind it. Words are from the Time Traveler’s Wife baggie.