I spotted this bee in the median along Carlisle Blvd, hopping from blossom to blossom in a focused rhythm. I chose this image for my 07/18/25 postcard, a moment that felt intimate, as if I’d slipped into its world. There’s a quiet nobility in the work it does, unseen, unthanked, but vital all the same.
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…
My 01/08/26 postcard is a small group of pink plastic flamingos standing in a loose…
My 01/07/26 postcard is a spent flower hanging from a curved stem, its petals wrinkled…
My 01/06/26 postcard is a roadrunner standing rigid on the edge of a wall on…
My 01/05/26 postcard is a split seed pod from a red hesperaloe, its thick, textured…
