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 11/19/25 postcard features a single bloom I found in Altura Park, a white flower…
My 11/18/25 postcard is a tight, almost engineered look at a yucca, its long, narrow…
My 11/17/25 is a spent sunflower that hangs on its curved stem, the last of…
My 11/16/25 postcard features a gate standing alone, with no fence on either side, a…
My 11/15/25 postcard features a honeybee we found along San Rafael Avenue as it leans…
