This card is plain eerie. Feels post-apocalyptic. Only the children have survived. No more trees, just this purple bush. We live in a space bunker. What the hell is this place?
Two sweet little Edwardian-dressed children pick violets (or radiation) on the Flyingdales Moor, eerily backdropped by 3 globulous structures. The Flyingdales, in the north of York, is home to an RAF radar base. Their motto is "Vigilamus", which means "We are Watching". Your post-apocolyptic message on the reverse is perhaps nearer to the truth than expected. Luckily they can hear me all the way down here in chilly Melbourne... Right?
At least the apocalypse will come now to a life more ameliorated by the humble postcard. Thankyou Bim!
An unusual communication project. Everyone loves to get mail - so long as it's not a bill. And if you know me and I've got your address, expect a postcard some time in the next 365 days. I hope not only to distract you from the bills, but to re-connect with you in what's becoming a quaint, old-fashioned way of communicating. For me, it's a chance to test my creative mind every day. Every postcard will be unique. Nothing written will be repeated. I'll be keeping a track of what I send to where. If you get a postcard, I hope you log on tell me what you think. I think it will be an interesting project and I'm not sure exactly how it will unfold. Check back to find out!
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Two sweet little Edwardian-dressed children pick violets (or radiation) on the Flyingdales Moor, eerily backdropped by 3 globulous structures.
The Flyingdales, in the north of York, is home to an RAF radar base. Their motto is "Vigilamus", which means "We are Watching".
Your post-apocolyptic message on the reverse is perhaps nearer to the truth than expected.
Luckily they can hear me all the way down here in chilly Melbourne... Right?
At least the apocalypse will come now to a life more ameliorated by the humble postcard.
Thankyou Bim!
Huzzah! Ingested to the next level!
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