This is a group shot of all the postcards I’ve received to date from August’s Postcard Poetry Fest.
or… what I did this summer…
I sort of lost track of how many times I went to The Clark this summer.
(pretty sure this isn’t all of them and I have no idea why these all ended up in one spot but there you go)
Just to show mrs. burns it can be done.
The Writer’s Circle posted this prompt and the comments were a-mazing.
my gut reaction:
Which is sort of funny and yet sums up the week perfectly. (It is not lost on me the fun one might have with this at parties, or by adding “in bed” after each of the comments. Just sayin’)
First off – postcard from across the pond! A double surprise because no mail had arrived yet when I left for work.
Then, as seen this afternoon. Not often we get a visitor like this.
He must have seen the sign and followed his nose.
After a while all kinds of painting becomes just painting for youabstract or otherwise. Being anti–traditional is just as corny as being traditional.
