Having received a postcard yesterday and enjoying that my friends are having a wonderful vacation in Italy, I realized that the rain I am experiencing each day is not allowed to appear in postcards. Of course that led to the conclusion that no agony or suffering or bad weather condition is shown in postcards. There is some kind of unwritten code that prevents a store owner from displaying objectionable or non-beautiful scenes in his window or on a display rack.
So do we ever see life as it really is: A balance of the grey, dark skies with the cold and wet shivers contrasted against the pleasant relaxing warm sun on our skin, safe and relaxed? Postcards are a prisoner of their creators.
The "Postcard's Pledge of Allegiance"
I am the photographer, equipment in hand, waiting for the perfect sunset.
(I only need to get close to the perfect capture of light - my photo software can fix anything.)
I am the publisher, gloomy sales are not what I appreciate. More color, more depth, more creativity in presentation - that's what I want.
I am the retailer, all happy with smiles for my endless stream of tourists, each spinning the display rack looking for that special picture moment which they have not experienced.
I am the rack who faithfully holds the postcards, gazing dizzily from within, peering from between the cards, adoring the accents of all the languages, playing 'guess the next favorite card' chosen, bearing with sorrow the unchosen.
I am the traveler who wishes to capture a memory of the places I've been, to see and hold a memory captured in a season, to believe that I have been there when the postcard arrives.
I am the postal carrier who for a brief moment glances at the blue, orange, green, white, brown, warm, embracing, welcoming tones and says, "Someday..."
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