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 07/22/26 postcard features a Black-eyed Susan at the end of its blooming cycle. Its…
My 07/21/26 postcard features an Apache plume catching the afternoon light along Silver Avenue in…
My 07/20/26 postcard features a mature sunflower hanging gracefully over a wall on Claremont Avenue…
We walked a busy bike path next to Tingley Beach, with bikes racing past us…
My 07/18/26 postcard comes from the Route 66 Summerfest, a centennial event for Albuquerque. A…
My 07/17/26 postcard is a coneflower I found down the block. Its bright petals have…
