At quickening pace.

Google earth has me entranced and spooked. In my palm, I have the globe. It sits in other people’s palms too, and this technology is, it seems, doing my head in. I can drop a pin on my next destination; I can see just how very far the French Quarter is from my door  (my parents are soon headed for New Orleans). I can map, track, zoom in and survey places with a tap, swish, stroke upon the smudgy screen of my iPhone. The concept is bewildering and I wonder: what will things be like when I am with grey hair?

Requiring little by way of technology, several new postcard collages. Sharp scissors, glue and brush are the only tools needed.

{It’s okay; we are alone now.}

{It’s okay; I’ve got you covered.}

{It’s okay; your secret is safe with me.}

{From here it’s a-okay.}