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 04/28/26 postcard features a roadrunner near Hyder Park, taking off from its rock perch…
My 04/27/26 postcard is a Spanish broom bloom caught between opening and fading, its yellow…
My 04/26/26 postcard is a dried iris on Eastern Avenue, its petals curled and translucent,…
My 04/25/26 postcard comes from a small charity car show in an open lot near…
My 04/24/26 postcard comes from Bullhead Park, where a dog stands on a weathered stone…
My 04/23/26 postcard is a look inside a flower, revealing a warm space where light…
