My 07/20/25 postcard is a bee in the middle of its rounds, working a tight cluster of unopened buds. The petals hadn’t even begun to unfurl, but that didn’t matter; it was already at work, drawn to something just beneath the surface. No fanfare, no spotlight, just a small life, doing the kind of quiet work that holds everything together.
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…
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,…
