Lucky postcard #13

It's lonely in my house tonight. A nice kind of lonely. The lonely where the air watches attentively, to see what you'll get done. The sort of way an adult watches a child playing with toys.
In the past I've had great company:

But alas, my family is away and so tonight I lick stamps on my own.
I'm a bit behind on postcard sending so I'll have to work double time.
To make things easier for me to find, I sorted my stacks of postcards- shout out to Vanptrint- in order.

The one with the lawyer doing a thumbs up is #14, which I'm sending tonight. The smallest stack to the left is number 50-52, behind it is the 40's, then the 30's, then the 20's and then what's left of the teens.
Seeing the photos up close again brought back the hard work and exhilaration I put into taking them. Approaching people is terrifying! It's so easy to forget a struggle once it's over.

Plus, I got some pretty nice pictures, and the quotes on the back are sweet. They've got the potential to make people pause and think.

Seeing the hours and memories stacked out like that made me even more determined to see something become of my work. On Monday the 14th I'm going to start calling the offices in BC to see if they've received their postcards. After that, it's back to the House of Commons.
Wish me luck.

“It’s very scary, how unpredictable it is...not knowing where we’ll be able to travel to and live in the future. I think governments, in general, think very short term. They only care about their power and immediate goals. I wish they’d focus on long terms issues like this more.”