My 11/03/25 postcard is a single leaf I found along Constitution Avenue, spotted and worn, bearing the marks of cold nights, part decay, part endurance. The life that surrounded it, now fading into the background. It’s the story of change written on a surface that’s still hanging on, past its season.
My 04/09/26 captures a wildflower past its moment, its petals curling inward as if retreating…
My 04/08/26 is a rose that opened ahead of its time, drawn out by warmth…
My 04/07/26 postcard captures a red poppy pushing up through a sidewalk crack near Lomas.…
My 04/06/26 postcard comes from the landscaping near Trader Joe’s, a bee works its way…
My 04/05/26 postcard is fresh growth pushing out from the top of the cactus, soft…
At the Brent Baca Memorial Disc Golf Course, the land feels stripped down to its…
