While walking down Garfield, I spotted a small head peeking out from beneath a bush. A closer look revealed a familiar face—Willie Nelson. After seeing it, my brain filled up with his music, so I’m featuring the head in my 09/15/24 postcard and tomorrow, I will listen to “Redheaded Stranger” on my walk.
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…
