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 03/20/26 postcard features a single dandelion at Bullhead Park, unfolding like a small sun…
My 03/19/26 postcard is a cluster of early spring growth pushing out from a weathered…
My 03/18/26 postcard features a single daffodil opening against a dark background, its white petals…
My 03/17/26 postcard comes from the bike trail west of San Mateo, where a lone…
My 03/16/26 postcard is a dried seed head. Its points radiate outward from a darker…
My 03/15/26 postcard captures a stem of violet blossoms stretching diagonally, each flower at a…
