I have a very exciting announcement — I’m starting a monthly postcard club! Each month you’ll receive two postcards photographed by yours truly, delivered the old-fashioned way. Every dispatch will be curated around a monthly theme and destination, and will include a letter from me with some fun extras that I collect along the way. (Think stickers, stamps, art, etc.)
If you love photography, travel, journaling, or simply want to support my work, I invite you to join by clicking the button below & selecting the monthly paid membership option.
For Founding members who join by April 21, the cost is $8/month for the first year. After April 21, the regular rate will be $10 monthly.
Why postcards?
I’ve honestly never received a proper postcard in the mail.
As a kid born in the late ‘90s, I was likely one of the last generations to learn how to address a letter in school. By the time I was old enough to travel, we already had camera phones. Sure, we sent Christmas and birthday cards as a family, and the occasional handwritten letter to a camp friend — though Picto Chat via Nintendo DS with my next-door neighbor was much preferred.
The first postcard I remember buying was on a trip to London in 2015. It was my first time traveling out of the country without my family, and I wanted to find the right souvenir to commemorate my pilgrimage to the motherland of One Direction. I remember spinning the racks in the tourist shop, looking for the perfect view - something I’d actually laid eyes on during my travels that I could take home and file away in my journal. The goal was never to mail it, but to have a tangible keepsake of the experience.
I still have a box under my bed stuffed with postcards from almost every trip I’ve taken abroad. Even when I did find time to mail one during my travels, I always made sure to buy a copy for myself. (Some of them even have half-written messages on them, showing that I at least had the intention of sending a few…)
Then in 2022, I read The Storyteller by Dave Grohl and was so charmed by the postcards he sent his mom while traveling on tour with Nirvana. I can only imagine how much each one meant to his mother. Sporadic, doodle-covered, handwritten notes from all over the world to remind her that even thousands of miles away while living his dream, her son was thinking of her.
Sure, now we have texting and FaceTime and social media that keep everyone up to date on everything we ever think or do or say. But none of it feels the same as receiving something unique and unexpected in the mail.
My hope for this project is that it takes you back to simpler, slower times. That it reminds you of the joy of receiving a letter from a friend or loved one — and how easy it is to pass that joy on.
I have big dreams for this project and where it could go, but I have to start somewhere. For now, if you’d like to be a founding member of my mail club, click the “subscribe” button below before April 21, 2026.
See you in your mailbox!
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