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 10/13/25 postcard comes from an overcast day in Bullhead Park, a single pine branch…
My 10/12/25 postcard is a bright yellow bloom standing alone in a Nob Hill yard,…
My 10/10/25 postcard is a weathered figurine with an oversized head and a single earring,…
My 10/09/25 is a honeybee buried in a violet cosmos, wings glinting in the light.…
My 10/08/25 is a jack-o’-lantern planter sitting atop a cut log, its grin brightened by…
