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 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…
