My 08/27/25 postcard features a golden ornament that rested along Constitution among scattered rocks, its polished surface bending the world into a curved reflection. In its mirrored skin, you find me, the photographer framed by sky, trees, and earth, all drawn into a circular stage. An unexpected self-portrait.
My 10/26/25 postcard is a rose in its final act, its last two petals faded…
My 10/25/25 postcard is a bright stretch of shelves at John Brooks loaded with every…
My 10/24/25 postcard captures a playful autumn scene from a yard on Solano Drive, a…
My 10/23/25 postcard features a dried poppy seed pod, its petals long gone, suspended in…
My 10/22/25 postcard features a scarecrow-like figure standing beneath a tree along Mackland Avenue, its…
My 10/21/25 postcard features a yellow rose rendered in black and white, its petals folding…
