I found my 04/10/26 postcard at the end of the block. A giant skeleton, dressed for Easter, with bunny ears…
My 04/09/26 captures a wildflower past its moment, its petals curling inward as if retreating from the cold that came…
My 04/08/26 is a rose that opened ahead of its time, drawn out by warmth that didn’t last. The cold…
My 04/07/26 postcard captures a red poppy pushing up through a sidewalk crack near Lomas. Its delicate petals reach outward…
My 04/06/26 postcard comes from the landscaping near Trader Joe’s, a bee works its way through a cluster of blossoms,…
My 04/05/26 postcard is fresh growth pushing out from the top of the cactus, soft at its core but already…
At the Brent Baca Memorial Disc Golf Course, the land feels stripped down to its bones, bleached trees, scattered debris,…
My 04/03/26 postcard is a handmade cloth figure, sitting with a quiet, thoughtful presence. His blue eyes pull you in,…
My 04/02/26 postcard comes from a front yard on California Street, a place I pass by regularly. The cactus opened…
My 04/01/26 postcard is a small cluster of seed pods hanging from a thin branch, each one covered in fine,…