My 11/16/25 postcard features a gate standing alone, with no fence on either side, a weathered doorway situated in the middle of a leaf-strewn yard. With the boundaries gone, it feels less like a barrier and more like an invitation. The little concrete step in front suggests a path, a portal to nowhere and everywhere at the same time, depending on how you look at it.
My 04/06/26 postcard comes from the landscaping near Trader Joe’s, a bee works its way…
My 04/05/26 postcard is fresh growth pushing out from the top of the cactus, soft…
At the Brent Baca Memorial Disc Golf Course, the land feels stripped down to its…
My 04/03/26 postcard is a handmade cloth figure, sitting with a quiet, thoughtful presence. His…
My 04/02/26 postcard comes from a front yard on California Street, a place I pass…
My 04/01/26 postcard is a small cluster of seed pods hanging from a thin branch,…
