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 03/13/26 postcard is a cluster of blossoms in Bullhead Park, forming a quiet circle…
The warm weather brought the subject of my 03/12/26 postcard: A cluster of small yellow…
My 03/11/26 postcard is a wooden figure standing quietly in an antique shop window along…
My 03/10/26 postcard shows a honeybee working a pale lavender blossom near Constitution, its wings…
My 03/09/26 postcard shows a strange duo standing on the rooftop of a house on…
