My 12/08/25 postcard is a spent flower head clinging to its stem, petals bleached into parchment by cold air and passing days. The leaves sag, textured and worn, yet still hanging on. Processed as a painting, it’s a reminder that beauty doesn’t vanish when the blossom is past its prime; it just changes form.
My 03/09/26 postcard shows a strange duo standing on the rooftop of a house on…
My 03/07/26 postcard shows graffiti on the concrete wall of the dry Bear Canyon drainage…
My 03/06/26 postcard is a close-up of bright yellow Oregon grape blossoms surrounded by clusters…
My 03/05/26 postcard is a close-up of a soft pink spring blossom I found in…
My 03/04/26 postcard captures a row of brightly colored bicycle shapes arranged along a sidewalk…
