My 12/04/25 postcard is the six-hole at Puerto del Sol, covered in a clean, unbroken layer of snow, turning the fairway into a bright white plain under a crisp blue sky. The trees now bare stand along the edges, their long shadows stretching across the powder. The usually busy course feels hushed, no golfers, no footprints, just a rare stillness settling over familiar ground.
My 04/08/26 is a rose that opened ahead of its time, drawn out by warmth…
My 04/07/26 postcard captures a red poppy pushing up through a sidewalk crack near Lomas.…
My 04/06/26 postcard comes from the landscaping near Trader Joe’s, a bee works its way…
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…