Today while swimming laps in the pool, I began thinking about postcards. Because I didn’t write to her at all the first summer I went to overnight camp, the following year my mother tucked seven plain manila postcards that she addressed and stamped into my foot locker. My friend Martha used to send me a postcard while on her yearly June vacation. I loved getting her missives from Greece or Spain. But, alas, like Martha’s free time (she’s a mom now), postcards have gone the way of most hand-written communications, and become a rare and precious thing.
While I’m not filling up anyone’s mailbox myself this summer, below are a few snapshots — postcards from home — that chronicle my summer so far.
More postcards and at least one big adventure to come.
Heather in Arles said:
Thank you Heather. Your post this morning was a good reminder that I have to get back with my camera. I got an iPhone a few months ago and have been too dependent on it.
Suddenly Jamie (@suddenlyjamie) said:
I love the idea (and the reality!) of postcards and wish more people would send them via good, old-fashioned snail mail. In lieu of that ancient practice, thank goodness we have social media in all its immediate and visual splendor. 😉
Love your images, and love it even more that you take the time to share them. xo
Thanks Jamie, I’m glad we’ve been able to connect this summer via Instagram — and I’m looking forward to meeting your lovely daughter one of these days.
I miss the postcard! It’s becoming a lost art. I like those ghost flowers, and can imagine how they could give you a start when you came across them in the middle of the woods….
You take awesome pics. I love the Indian Pipes.
Jayne on Weed Street said:
Post cards are wonderful – better than a text or an instagram – you can put them on your bulletin board or tack by your computer screen for a lingering reminder that someone was thinking of you and wanting to share! Lovely photos!
These pics are really gorgeous!