I have kept the postcard zine for a full year! It was a long-cherished goal and I enjoyed it. I decided to end the zine to make books again because it’s more flexible. Here is the text in the art above, the finale of One Tiny Thing:
“I stop daydreaming long enough to hear the sound of the rocks under my feet and settle back into my skin. I admire the undulating trunks of the oaks shimmering in their green moss, steam rising off their limbs into the sun.
I stop along the trail and draw a tree. It is not a great study. I’m hungry, the high sun has washed out all subtlety and my attention span has left with the sparrows. Sometimes, it’s enough to do one tiny thing.”