It was a rainy day, and my 11/20/25 postcard is a yellow flower hanging on at the end of the season, its petals curled, torn, and weathered by wind and time. I processed it as a portrait, imperfect, tired, but refusing to quit. A small reminder that beauty doesn’t disappear when things fade; it just changes form.
My 11/19/25 postcard features a single bloom I found in Altura Park, a white flower…
My 11/18/25 postcard is a tight, almost engineered look at a yucca, its long, narrow…
My 11/17/25 is a spent sunflower that hangs on its curved stem, the last of…
My 11/16/25 postcard features a gate standing alone, with no fence on either side, a…
My 11/15/25 postcard features a honeybee we found along San Rafael Avenue as it leans…
My 11/14/25 postcard is a roadrunner perched on a utility box along Marble Avenue, its…
