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 04/14/26 postcard features an onion blossom beginning to break free from its papery sheath,…
My 04/13/26 postcard features two construction workers on Lomas Avenue, focusing on the equipment they…
My 04/12/26 postcard features an iris we found in Old Town, standing in a bed…
I found my 04/10/26 postcard at the end of the block. A giant skeleton, dressed…
My 04/09/26 captures a wildflower past its moment, its petals curling inward as if retreating…
