This morning I was subjected to a bus stop rapper, with his eyes closed, headphones blaring, he was dancing, and singing his profanity-laced lyrics at the top of his lungs. My picture for 01/10 is that rapper, using processing I tried to convey and highlight that experience.
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…
My 04/03/26 postcard is a handmade cloth figure, sitting with a quiet, thoughtful presence. His…
My 04/02/26 postcard comes from a front yard on California Street, a place I pass…
My 04/01/26 postcard is a small cluster of seed pods hanging from a thin branch,…