Clissold Park from the Skies

Had another little burst of postcard buying. Found this one of Clissold Park from the air. From the days when Continue reading →

Trails of Blood on Paper

Old postcards written by people who are dead. In pencil. In pen. Something remains. Something intimate. A snail trail. A Continue reading →

Talk to the Map

A map says up to here and no further. A map says this is all I’ve got to say. A Continue reading →

Postcards: The Intimacy and The Inanity

For the past few weeks I’ve been buying vintage postcards of Clissold Park off eBay. 1. October 27, 1908. Addressed Continue reading →

3 Vintage Postcards of the Park

Feeding the Ducks

The knees said I shouldn’t but I ran anyway. One lap went smoothly; then, halfway into the second lap, just Continue reading →