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 03/13/26 postcard is a cluster of blossoms in Bullhead Park, forming a quiet circle…
The warm weather brought the subject of my 03/12/26 postcard: A cluster of small yellow…
My 03/11/26 postcard is a wooden figure standing quietly in an antique shop window along…
My 03/10/26 postcard shows a honeybee working a pale lavender blossom near Constitution, its wings…
My 03/09/26 postcard shows a strange duo standing on the rooftop of a house on…
