My 08/11/25 features a bee, its wings poised like translucent sails. It buries itself into the bloom, gathering nature’s treasure…
My 08/10/25 postcard finds a bloom long past its prime, its petals curled and brittle. Yet in black and white,…
My 08/09/25 postcard captures a small beetle wandering the heart of a sunflower along Anderson Ave, its dark shape framed…
My 08/08/25 postcard is a ghost bike spotted in Burton Park, flowers wrapped around a white frame, a name, a…
My 08/07/25 is the end grain of an old wooden post, weathered and split, it tells a quiet story of…
My 08/06/25 postcard captures a sunflower in bloom, its petals stretching to catch the sun. At its base, a small…
Caught mid-stride, this roadrunner wasn't just crossing the street; he was owning it. With prey in its beak and purpose…
This sunflower hung its head in the morning light, petals fading, seeds full. It felt less like defeat and more…
While walking the ruins trail at Bandelier, I spotted this lone bloom, its petals flared like a burst of quiet…
My 08/02/25 postcard comes from the edge of Frijoles Canyon, the sky dark with misting rain, the wind light but…