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 10/14/26 postcard is a zinnia growing along Montclaire Drive. Its overlapping petals formed layer…
My 10/13/26 postcard is a sunflower I found growing along Constitution this afternoon. Seen from…
My 10/12/26 postcard features a pollen-dusted bee working its way through the wildflowers in a…
My 10/11/26 postcard is a demanding neighborhood cat that walked directly in front of me,…
My 10/10/26 postcard features a bee I found deep among the purple blossoms of a…
I found this fierce-looking pumpkin in a neighbor’s yard at the end of the block.…
