My 11/23/25 postcard is a once-bright flower I found on Ridgecrest before a hailstorm forced me to pack up my camera. It hangs on at the end of the season, its magenta petals curling inward and fading. The center remains vibrant, packed with texture and small bursts of color, as if the flower is refusing to surrender entirely. Unmistakably alive in its last blaze of color.
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…
