My 10/30/25 postcard captures a sunflower at the end of its life, its petals curled and crisp, its once-bright face heavy with seeds and bowed toward the earth. The muted browns and grays convey a sense of completion rather than decay. It’s a portrait of endurance, sunlight stored, purpose fulfilled.
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,…
My 03/29/26 postcard comes from inside the Kiwanis Cabin at the top of Sandia Crest,…
