My 08/28/25 postcard is a sunflower, where its bloom has bowed to time; its once-bright face now a textured mosaic of seeds and brittle husk, with a curled petal clinging at the edges, reminders of the flower’s former radiance. What was once a beacon of summer now stands as a quiet monument to change, holding the promise of renewal within its fading form.
My 04/02/26 postcard comes from a front yard on California Street, a place I pass…
My 04/01/26 postcard is a small cluster of seed pods hanging from a thin branch,…
My 03/29/26 postcard comes from inside the Kiwanis Cabin at the top of Sandia Crest,…
My 03/28/26 postcard is a lone marcher moving along the edge of Montgomery Park, carrying…
