September 6, 2015 § 1 Comment
I once had a collection of some hundreds of postcards of the Adirondacks, only to find one day that the accumulation had become a marker of an unfocused acquisitiveness and not of any coherence. My original fascination had become an undisciplined mess.
It was easy to give, sell, or donate the majority of them. But I kept these for various personal reasons based on associations from childhood, or of where my wife and I were at certain important parts of our lives. And of course I kept those of the libraries. Always the libraries.
These humble cards reflect a powerful democratic purpose, combining a photograph of place with a space to write and reflect and communicate. (This is why Instagram is such a fascinating contemporary progression of this practice.) They are records of who was there then, and mark where we are now.