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- A Small Blue Building By the Sea, Northern France | Note Card
A Small Blue Building By the Sea, Northern France | Note Card
- Card is 4" x 9 1/4" and blank inside.
- There is a little story on the back, which you can read below.
- Card is in a standard business-sized envelope, and does not require extra postage.
Other Things You Might Like to Know: The original artwork is india ink and watercolor | © 2016 Melinda Nettles | Designed and printed in Oregon, USA | Paper by Neenah and envelopes by Mohawk are minimum 30% Post-consumer recycled content and FSC® Certified
The Back Story:
Last time I ambled over to the fish market, after rounding the corner past the fire station, and before I went along by the astrology shoppe, I got to wondering about all of the fish of all of the world: diving down beneath the coral in their schools, swimming up-stream in their multitudes, rising and falling with the waves, with all of those jumping dolphins, and pod upon pod of whales with their mysterious songs, and all those squid. One thing led to another, as it does with pondering-whilst-ambling, and next I was well involved in a deep consideration of all of the boats upon all of the deep blue sea.... *Why, every morning when you are putting that last dollop of peanut butter on your sourdough toast, and every evening when you are sitting down to your fillet of sole and well, right this very moment, there must be a thousand upon a thousand dinghies and dhows and coracles, pirogues and trawlers and longliners, skiffs and seiners and jiggers, bobbing up and down, up and down, from to the archipelago of Japan to the Cabo Polino of Uruguay, and all the back way up to the blustery north coast of France, where this little blue building lives, with it’s man, and it’s boat, just waiting for the next time they get to go meet the crashing waves of the brimming sea.
*Ever So Important Note: Well, of course, then I had to consider all of the fish-stalls in all of the fish-shops in all of the markets in all of the lands of all of the earth, from the Tsukiji of Tokyo to Souk Jdid in Morocco, and not to mention Billingsgate of London and the fish markets of Kanyakumari in Tamil Nadu. Not that I have been out-and-about to a single one of these, but a little pondering-whilst-ambling soon leads to educating-oneself-about-travel-opportunities, which is how a body sometimes finds oneself far afield and wondering how it came to be that one ended up at the Ends of the Earth, but ever so glad to be there. Which is all to say that you never know where a walk on over to the fish shop will take you...