A guy scatters birdseed daily at his home on California Street, drawing a sizable assembly of crows that roost around his house. As you travel the street, sentinels stationed at each end of the block vigilantly sound their calls at each passerby. My 01/06/24 postcard features one such watchful crow standing guard at the southern end of the block.
My 02/04/26 postcard is a withered sunflower head hanging heavy at the end of its…
My 02/03/26 postcard is a torn prickly pear fruit, its skin split wide to reveal…
My 02/02/26 postcard is a Monday morning on Nob Hill, the city easing itself awake.…
My 02/01/26 postcard is shards of broken glass embedded in the soil at Albuquerque’s Glass…
My 01/31/26 postcard is a rolled, weathered leaf that was still attached to the tree,…
My 01/30/26 postcard is a dried flower head, stripped of color and life, that is…
