I discovered the subject for my 05-20-24 postcard at the base of a sign near a bus stop on Carlisle. The abandoned locks, entwined with an aged chain, invoked forgotten stories of security and neglect. Their unexpected presence stirred a surprising emotion within me, as if they held the silent echoes of a past event, blending seamlessly into the concrete canvas of the city.
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…
My 11/13/25 postcard features a Red Hesperaloe seed pod, its husk split open like an…
