My 01/15/25 postcard features a cast iron frog perched on a fence post. Its weathered patina, shaped by years of outdoor exposure, caught my eye. New and shiny, it would have walked right by., but its aged charm spoke to me—a reminder of time’s artistry. I’m not sure why I’m attracted to aged things, but I have always been.
My 04/05/26 postcard is fresh growth pushing out from the top of the cactus, soft…
At the Brent Baca Memorial Disc Golf Course, the land feels stripped down to its…
My 04/03/26 postcard is a handmade cloth figure, sitting with a quiet, thoughtful presence. His…
My 04/02/26 postcard comes from a front yard on California Street, a place I pass…
My 04/01/26 postcard is a small cluster of seed pods hanging from a thin branch,…
