The image on my 07/27/23 postcard may not be one I’d typically choose to display on my wall, but it captures a distinctly American experience. If you’ve ever played or watched baseball or softball, whether in your youth or as an adult, the sight of a dugout is familiar. Stepping into an empty dugout before a game starts, a world of potential possibilities unfolds before you, igniting a blend of anxiety, exhilaration, and the desire to prove yourself. Dugouts are sprinkled across the nation, and this particular one is in Bullhead Park.
My 02/04/26 postcard is a withered sunflower head hanging heavy at the end of its…
My 02/03/26 postcard is a torn prickly pear fruit, its skin split wide to reveal…
My 02/02/26 postcard is a Monday morning on Nob Hill, the city easing itself awake.…
My 02/01/26 postcard is shards of broken glass embedded in the soil at Albuquerque’s Glass…
My 01/31/26 postcard is a rolled, weathered leaf that was still attached to the tree,…
My 01/30/26 postcard is a dried flower head, stripped of color and life, that is…
