I walked along Silver Avenue and listened to a podcast about Ukraine. It did not put me in an optimistic state of mind. Then I saw the word “hope” painted on the sidewalk. Just reading the word gave me some comfort as the painter intended. My postcard for 02/25/22 is the word “hope” painted on the sidewalk at the corner of Silver and Harvard.
My 12/01/25 postcard is a flower past its summer bloom, still holding onto threads of…
My 11/30/25 postcard shows a yellow finch balancing on a drying sunflower stalk in a…
My 11/29/25 postcard is a dried rose hip that stands alone against a bright blue…
My 11/28/25 postcard is a roadrunner standing tall on the roof of a car along…
My 11/27/25 postcard features a lone watermelon sitting in a yard along Ridgecrest, its green…
My 11/26/25 postcard features a single deep-red leaf, its surface full of tiny ridges and…
