My 01/09/26 postcard is a spent rose, its curls curling inward, its petals folded and stiff, the edges lifting like fingers frozen mid-motion. The stem bends slightly under the weight of the forming rose hip. The plant no longer blooms, but it still gestures, a final, expressive shape caught between bloom and pod.
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,…
