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 01/10/26 postcard is a skeleton sitting casually against a low wall in the Old…
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…
