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 02/04/26 postcard is a withered sunflower head hanging heavy at the end of its…
My 02/03/26 postcard is a torn prickly pear fruit, its skin split wide to reveal…
My 02/02/26 postcard is a Monday morning on Nob Hill, the city easing itself awake.…
My 02/01/26 postcard is shards of broken glass embedded in the soil at Albuquerque’s Glass…
My 01/31/26 postcard is a rolled, weathered leaf that was still attached to the tree,…
My 01/30/26 postcard is a dried flower head, stripped of color and life, that is…
