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postcards – from the edges of another place and time(?)

Posted in Helen Jones - Wordly Images by hellyj on May 25, 2010

Chichen Itza, MexicoImage: Jones-2009, Chichen Itza, Mexico

I was reading an interesting article recently by a travel writer (Guy Trebay) who still sends postcards from wherever he travels to. I say ‘still’ because it does seem as if the action of putting pen to paper (or card) and writing ‘wish you were here’ is a thing of the past for the majority of us. What with the advent of the electronic postcards – i.e. Twitter, Facebook, iPhones – snail mail seems far too….well, slow. Not only from sticking the postcard in the box and then its journey from the senders location to the recipients location (and depending where you are in the world, you could get back before your postcard even arrives!), but also the physical effort that one has to put in to find the appropriate card and then wrack your brains to find a witty way to compress your travel stories, onto a tiny 3 1/2 x 5″area;  aside from the cliched ‘wish you were here’ or ‘wish you weren’t here’. And, don’t forget you have to buy the stamp and stick it on too!

On the whole we seem happy to have shrunk our worlds into the electronic medium of (often round-robin because it saves time) communication and, hey, I am more than guilty of taking the easy option of late. There was a time that I wouldn’t even think twice about sending a postcard whilst on my travels – if only to my dad to stick on his fridge. However, it seems such a shame that we don’t take the time to hunt out interesting, quirky, or cliched postcards;  especially looking for just the right card for i.e. your best mate, the one that only they would get the joke or the nuance of that particular card.

As Mr Trebay so succinctly put it ‘Historians of Facebook and Twitter will be left to scrounge around the internet for the fugitive relics of the present communication age’. Not for them the scene upon scene of diverse wonders of far off places – the sun set over the costa del sol, camels posing in front of the pyramids, African drummers on a beach or, god forbid, those ‘naughty’ 70’s cartoon postcards, depicting two old men sitting on their striped deck chairs, eyes popping out of their heads as two young, comically-endowed busty, blonds (as they seemed to have more fun – allegedly!) walk past in itsy-bitsy bikini’s; with some lewd comment written underneath a la: “eeeh, Stan, you don’t get many of those to the pound these days!”

Lets not deprive ourselves of this ancient(ish) ritual (apparently, the first souvenir postcard was printed in 1893 in the US) , nor the pleasure of our friends or family picking up their post, shuffling through the usual generic brown or white-enveloped bills, boring circulars etc, only to come across a flash of colour in the midst of it all and with a personalised note, just for them, written in ink on the back to-boot.

How refreshingly old-fashioned, I say.

HJ – May 25th 2010, NYC

contemplation

Posted in Helen Jones - Wordly Images by hellyj on June 2, 2009
purpose and intention.......

purpose and intention.......

high upon a deserted mesa

feeling like we are at the top of the world

walking and contemplating whats behind and whats to come

the sense of peace is difficult to communicate…….

no sirens, no bleeping cell phones, no incessant chattering  to distract

……..or detract

the silence is almost deafening…….how beautiful is that?

Bandelier National Park, New Mexico, June 1st 2009 (hellyjphoto.2009.copyright)

its looking like a beautiful day

Posted in Helen Jones - Wordly Images by hellyj on May 24, 2009
so throw those curtains wide
so throw those curtains wide

Drinking in the morning sun
Blinking in the morning sun
Shaking off the heavy one, heavy like a loaded gun

What made me behave that way?
Using words i never say
I can only think it must be love
oh anyway
It’s looking like a beautiful day.

Someone tell me how I feel
It;s silly wrong but vivid right
Kiss me like the final meal
Kiss me like we  die tonight

Cause holy cow i love you eyes
and only now i see the light
lying with you half awake
oh, anyway
it’s looking like a beautiful day.

When my face is chamois creased
If you think i wink I did
laugh politely and repeat
Yea, kiss me when my lips are thin.

Cause holy cow i love your eyes
and only now i see the light
yea lying with you half awake
Stumbling over what to say
well, anyway
It’s looking like a beautiful day.

So throw those curtains wide
one day like this a year’d see me right
throw those curtains wide
one day like this a year’d see me right

Elbow ‘On a Day Like This’

for JRF

Washington Square Park, NYC, Sunday May 23rd 09, 6.15am(hellyjphoto.2009.copyright)

there might be giants

Posted in Helen Jones - Wordly Images by hellyj on January 15, 2009
if there is no believe, there is no point

if there is no belief, there is no point

I was having a conversation recently about believing – whether that be in oneself, in relationships or in others.

If we have belief, then surely anything is achievable?

Or is that just me being hopefull and/or idealistic?

We need to stop being afraid of giants because small things can seem immense and, at times, insurmontable in our lives – if we allow them to be. Let go of the fear and face the giants of life. Afterall, its only our perception of certain things that see’s them as herculean-like obstructions.

I remember as a child that I wasn’t truly afraid of the giants in story books because in the end they were mostly gentle creatures that needed nurturing, understanding and love….just as we all do………

However, although we can learn so much from our inner child, don’t let that child rule you completely – let it out to play every now and then, for sure, but put it to bed when it tries to take control. Afterall, we have grown so much more than that child.

Fear can hold us back from discovering, evolving and relishing so much. Have self-belief and your belief in others will surely follow.

Dedictated to JRF who perhaps allows that inner child to take control too often………..

The Giants Causeway ‘the organ’, N Ireland (hellyjphotos 2009 Copyright)