Postcardy

By three next afternoon I was waiting under Coggeshall's clock tower. The postcardy little place still has a free car park.

“He protested vigorously,” Brower recalled, arguing that the photograph was “too postcardy.” According to Brower, Porter felt that “everyone knows [the sky]^([sic]) is blue, so we might as well take it for granted and omit it, concentrating instead upon its indirect effect.”

Lots of these sites have postcardy country names: Bog Creek Farm, Reich Farm, Burnt Fly Bog.

If I saw a cool, postcardy subject, like the partially burned-out neon Chow Mein sign on Second Avenue and Twelfth Street, I'd make Herve or a visiting Ron or Jack pose under it.