What about you?

I’ve been saying for years that one day I would print a few postcards with my own photos. I even asked your opinion and your help to choose pictures for them, a couple of times. But it was one of those ideas that kept coming back again and again, usually thinking that “I should really do this” and always ending with a loud “maybe later.” I wanted it, but I never felt the timing was right. Life was busy, other projects took priority, and slowly I started to believe it might never actually happen.

But as with many things, it wasn’t about motivation, it was about timing. And this year, for some reason, everything clicked. The first set of postcards is finally ready, printed, held in my hands and they have already started their journey out into the world. That alone feels surreal. They are not many, just five themes, but it’s a beginning. And the first feedback I received was warm and encouraging, which makes me think that there will be more of them, soon enough.

I’ve always liked postcards. There is something noble about them. In a fast, digital world where everything disappears after a swipe, a postcard stays. It travels. It passes through hands. It carries handwriting, personality, intention. It says: “I thought of you, and I had to stop for a moment to write.” That means something.

I wanted to give mine a little extra value by choosing images that are truly connected to the place they’re offered in and as original as possible. There are dozens of postcards of Nafplio, and most of them show the same major attractions. Beautiful but predictable. I wanted something different. Something more personal, more like my own way of seeing this town, even if it’s subjective.

When I opened the box and saw them printed for the first time, I felt a quiet satisfaction. Not excitement, more like a calm “finally.” There is something special about holding a photograph on paper. It feels complete. Real. Digital images live on screens, but paper gives them weight, a presence.
Now I am wondering where they will travel. Whose hands they will pass through. Which corners of the world they might reach. A postcard is such a small thing, but it carries a long journey within it.

What about you?

Do you enjoy receiving (or sending) postcards?