The back panel of my computer, once humming with light and purpose, now sits quietly, a maze of ports and potential gone still. I had meant to use a picture of a wet morning glory for my postcard, something living and bright. Still, when the computer quit and took that image with it, this became the story instead: the silent aftermath of failure, the machine that held my day’s beauty turned into the subject itself for my 10/14/25 postcard.
My 01/15/26 postcard caught a dried, curling leaf and stem holding a translucent seed pod,…
My 01/14/26 postcard features a raven perched on a bare branch against an open sky,…
My 01/13/26 postcard captures a roadrunner standing alert along Southern Avenue, its body angled forward…
My 01/12/26 postcard features a sunflower long past its peak, its yellow petals curling and…
My 01/11/26 postcard comes from a sun sculpture mounted on the side of a home…
My 01/10/26 postcard is a skeleton sitting casually against a low wall in the Old…
