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 05/04/26 postcard features a flower’s interior, its yellow center dusted with pollen and surrounded…
My 05/03/26 postcard is a red-hot poker rising like a torch, its vivid reds moving…
My 05-02-26 features a bee working deep inside a cactus flower, coated in pollen as…
My 05/01/26 postcard features a cluster of male pine strobili, their small green forms packed…
My 04/30/26 postcard is a dense, knotted cluster pushing out from a single Cholla cactus…
My 04/29/26 postcard is a Sowthistle bloom I found at Bullhead Park, its thin yellow…
