On my 02/28/24 postcard, I chose to capture the essence of nostalgia with a modern twist in my postcard—a swing, not just any swing, but one that evokes the timeless charm of a tire swing. This choice springs from a treasure trove of memories from my youth, where tire swings were common, each tethered to the branches of trees. Admittedly, those swings were far from perfect. They often marked us with black marks that caused problems when we got home.
My 02/04/26 postcard is a withered sunflower head hanging heavy at the end of its…
My 02/03/26 postcard is a torn prickly pear fruit, its skin split wide to reveal…
My 02/02/26 postcard is a Monday morning on Nob Hill, the city easing itself awake.…
My 02/01/26 postcard is shards of broken glass embedded in the soil at Albuquerque’s Glass…
My 01/31/26 postcard is a rolled, weathered leaf that was still attached to the tree,…
My 01/30/26 postcard is a dried flower head, stripped of color and life, that is…
