Postcard from the Past

You find a postcard with a vintage car, a bit worn and faded. Where was the photo taken? And when, exactly? You have no idea, not an inkling. There is an inherent anonymity to the image, and you have no actual link to the history of this very photo. Yet, you can almost feel the soft memories of past craftsmanship, the fuzzy vignette of evanescence, as if through the looking glass of your own life.