My 10/23/25 postcard features a dried poppy seed pod, its petals long gone, suspended in soft light. The once-vivid bloom has become a delicate structure of pale gold and brown, its radiating pattern echoing both decay and design. There’s a beauty in its symmetry, the memory of a flower transformed into design.
My 04/12/26 postcard features an iris we found in Old Town, standing in a bed…
I found my 04/10/26 postcard at the end of the block. A giant skeleton, dressed…
My 04/09/26 captures a wildflower past its moment, its petals curling inward as if retreating…
My 04/07/26 postcard captures a red poppy pushing up through a sidewalk crack near Lomas.…
