“A mind needs books as a sword needs a whetstone, if it is to keep its edge.”
– George R.R. Martin in A Game of Thrones
There’s something fascinating about a postcard. It begins with trying to squish all that you want (or just something simple like “Beautiful”or the date) into that little space that you get; offering as little privacy as possible to the communication and journeys across (alpha)numeric codes and ends with a smile. I don’t want to sound like a snob – it’s far from that – but I do love getting postcards despite the fifty-odd iPhone photos. It’s a collection, a reminder, a testimony to the photoshopped postcard perfect pictures.
If there was a whole inventory of Crayola-named paint; and a space to create, it probably doesn’t work on focusing on the red, yellow, blue, black and white. Maybe you can get all the other colours from them, but sometimes, it takes a FuzzyWuzzy, Tropical RainForest and Tumbleweed all in one go. Digging through the piles might fetch you some shiny Amethysts and Jades and SpaceSparkle. Alliteration and metaphors for inspiration. A canvas to display. A canvas could be anything. But, do not let the paint dry before reaching over with another stroke. A mixture of textures and colours that deceive by the light may be just the thing needed.
Happy Holi, folks.
I can’t begin to fathom traveling without technology. During a deep discussion on travel and road trips, we pulled out a foldable map for emphasis which coincidentally turned out to be one of Philadelphia. Well, hello current city! I digress. The tale was more of taking wrong turns, getting lost and staying in motels. Tales that are brilliant to hear, and yet not possible to exactly recreate that. Given my directionally challenged status, I’m definitely utilizing the innternet maps for all that it’s worth. (Of course I’m not that bad that I can’t discern how inherently good/correct these maps can be.) All it takes is some judicious use of data and phone battery life. Ah, the travails of technology!
Watching faces and spaces :