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 09/02/26 postcard features heavy equipment tearing into Sumner Avenue; they have blocked the street…
My 09/01/26 postcard is an ant searching for nectar deep within the center of a…
My 08/31/26 postcard is a once-brilliant purple zinnia showing the marks of age and hot…
My 08/30/26 postcard is a bumblebee foraging among the purple sage along Central, in front…
My 08/29/26 postcard is based on a photograph I processed into a painting. It captures…
My 08/28/26 postcard began with a photograph of a bee gathering nectar from purple sage…
