September has arrived in Sydney with a waft of jasmine and blue skies, I’ve  been making postcards to send out to my Loved Ones -though that evokes Evelyn Waugh’s excellent novel so the  expression is inevitably ironic.  Watercolour postcards are not in any way sensible - being prone to leaky letter boxes and rain-damp transfers but what is not ephemera?  That these two make something like a discontinuous pair, like odd socks at the back of the drawer suits the subject.