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 07/12/26 postcard features a father and son spending a quiet Sunday morning together at…
With Albuquerque climbing to 100 degrees on a July afternoon, the swimming pool becomes the…
My 07/10/26 postcard is a little alien figure in an antique store on Menaul in…
My 07/09/26 postcard is a bee, its legs packed with bright yellow pollen, pausing on…
My 07/08/26 postcard shows a golfer making his way across the fairway at Rio Del…
My 07/07/26 postcard comes from a shaded corner of the VA landscaping. Where I caught…
