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 04/05/26 postcard is fresh growth pushing out from the top of the cactus, soft…
At the Brent Baca Memorial Disc Golf Course, the land feels stripped down to its…
My 04/03/26 postcard is a handmade cloth figure, sitting with a quiet, thoughtful presence. His…
My 04/02/26 postcard comes from a front yard on California Street, a place I pass…
My 04/01/26 postcard is a small cluster of seed pods hanging from a thin branch,…
