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 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…
