These objects are as scarce as hen's teeth in this day and age. Instagram and FB feeds have replaced the need to send an unknown, professional photographer's pretty picture through the mail.
The important part was always the ... "Wishing you were here." It was scribbled on the reverse near the recipient's address. Nowadays the online implication is "Don't you wish you were able to be here with me." These thoughts are not entirely different, but as much of the world, a bit more selfish.
On our postcards, we wished a few folks a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. 2021 is bound to be a new and improved year. We don't expect the paper images to get to their destinations in a mere 10 days. In fact, I can vaguely remember postcards, sent from Puerto Vallarta during our first retirement winter, as not arriving at all!
We thought it'd be worth a shot and found a local Mexican post office. We'd passed the old, decrepit building a hundred times not realizing it was a working post office. The cards are in the gentle embrace and care of Correos de Mexico.
We returned to the apartment through a park. I couldn't help but snap a photo of this enormous, stately, old tree. There is something magnificent about a truly noble plant. Knowing that it was rooted in that spot, well before I was born and will most probably still be there years after my time on earth, is humbling. The branches of this one stretched out widely to protect things from the potentially brutal sun.
I never really thought of myself as a tree hugger, but I think that shoe fits.