- ARCHIVE / postcard
- rest in Peace…
Once you die, you die…
There are more for those who still living than those who were gone… - not to be festive..
I wasn’t being festive… I just tried to keep the house warm when my furnace gave up on me…
- please don’t die…
One sunday morning, I woke up and found that it was 13*c in the house…
The furnace was frail, old and in very poor health… It;s -50s*c outside.
One computer in my house denied to wake up. It had gone comatose.
To my attepmt to bring it back to life… I tried to give it some warmth…
didn’t work… - where things get operated..
I spend a lot of time in my office at home, it’s the entrance to the non-actual dimension.
Interestingly, the non-actual seems to be the place that keeps my actualities orchestrated. - moustache on demand
this is for my hubby… it’s a beard cap! very suitable for the climate that we are living in…
will have to show you the pix of him wearing it later - my ‘major’ addiction
I had never dreamed of how my wedding would be like… but since I knew that iPhone was coming… I dreamed of it attentively..
couple years later, it finally came to Canada… It’s more important to me to get one than to have a wedding! So there I was, in line waiting for da phone… and… [...] - look up
do you believe in heaven?
i don’t… - a little statement
just so they know that i care
- avoid
try to avoid intaking chemicals. they break your wings…
- yum yum
I swallow one of those once when I was young..
They look yummy, don’t they? - brrrrr…
fall: the definition of beautiful clear crisp cold blue sky…
brrrr…. - 2
i love pastel and i support gay marriage.
- studio
I often use my kitchen as my photography studio.
- round circle…
These two postcards were sent to me from UK, they were designed and printed in Regina…
- Shhhhh…
Beside tlc’s half-pipe is part of my postcards collection. Each postcard tells at least one story. When seeing hundreds of them together, that’s another story…
- my walls
Collecting postcards has become part of me since I moved to Canada. It started off by having them sent from friends, and collecting them to send to friends. The thing that got me about postcards is that they often are simple, but say so much…