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 10/14/26 postcard is a zinnia growing along Montclaire Drive. Its overlapping petals formed layer…
My 10/13/26 postcard is a sunflower I found growing along Constitution this afternoon. Seen from…
My 10/12/26 postcard features a pollen-dusted bee working its way through the wildflowers in a…
My 10/11/26 postcard is a demanding neighborhood cat that walked directly in front of me,…
My 10/10/26 postcard features a bee I found deep among the purple blossoms of a…
I found this fierce-looking pumpkin in a neighbor’s yard at the end of the block.…
