What is it?The Daily Cure for me is trying to smell taste touch—really experience— something, each day, that reminds me that I'm alive and, mostly, happy to be here. A small moment that should go a long way, at least in theory.
Tag Archives: book of postcards
One postcard won’t do. But one of those perforated, accordion folded jobs will. From me, to you. As they say, “Wish you were here.” *Photographed this past Spring. [If you liked this post, you might also like this: Merry-sur-Yonne.]