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 01/14/26 postcard features a raven perched on a bare branch against an open sky,…
My 01/13/26 postcard captures a roadrunner standing alert along Southern Avenue, its body angled forward…
My 01/12/26 postcard features a sunflower long past its peak, its yellow petals curling and…
My 01/11/26 postcard comes from a sun sculpture mounted on the side of a home…
My 01/10/26 postcard is a skeleton sitting casually against a low wall in the Old…
My 01/09/26 postcard is a spent rose, its curls curling inward, its petals folded and…
