I was rooting around in my postcard box at the front, and came across this lovely card. I often keep cards with art on them with my postcard collection. It was sent to me in October 2003 by an old tarot friend. She sent me a vintage silk scarf and the New Age Tarot.
She fell out with me four or five years ago after misconstruing something I’d said in an e-mail, and has refused to speak to me since then. I didn’t try and clarify my words to her because I think when situations like that happen, people are perhaps not really friends, they’ve closed their minds to who you really are and what you really said. I remember her with fondness, she was a lively and creative person.
Yucky old e-mail. I much prefer to write real letters these days with my fountain pens, customizing graphic headers on my sugarcane paper, and changing ink colours and pens in a random whirl.
PEONY BUDS, 1997
Photography © Tom Baril
We have peonies in our garden but they don’t last long. One is pale pink and the other is a deep red. Red and white opposites in the front and back gardens.
Ah, one of the buds is turned away, refusing to open, closed up tightly. Rather an apt depiction of this former friendship.