We were walking south from Bridge Street along the river when we came to an area covered in broken glass. We had found what’s known as Glass Graveyard. It’s a twenty-acre tract that was the Old River Landfill from 1920 to 1940. My picture for 08/02 is some of the broken glass that covers the ground in this area.
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…