As I strolled through the city streets with my camera slung over my shoulder. I can’t help but draw attention to myself. While, at times, it evokes in some people feelings of paranoia and fear, it sparked curiosity and excitement on this particular day. As I passed by Wilson Park, a group of lively kids spotted my camera and excitedly asked if I would take their picture. Though the lighting and pose may not have been perfect, the moment was truly special. My postcard for 01/25/23 is of those kids, with their zest for life shining brightly.
My 01/09/26 postcard is a spent rose, its curls curling inward, its petals folded and…
My 01/08/26 postcard is a small group of pink plastic flamingos standing in a loose…
My 01/07/26 postcard is a spent flower hanging from a curved stem, its petals wrinkled…
My 01/06/26 postcard is a roadrunner standing rigid on the edge of a wall on…
My 01/05/26 postcard is a split seed pod from a red hesperaloe, its thick, textured…
My 01/04/26 postcard is a man kneeling at the edge of Washington Street, carefully tending…
