My 01/07/26 postcard is a spent flower hanging from a curved stem, its petals wrinkled and heavy, still holding traces of pink and gold. The bloom bows under its own weight, not broken, just finished. The background dissolves into a warm blur, leaving the flower suspended in a moment of quiet surrender. It’s no longer blooming, but it hasn’t disappeared either, a small, honest record of time passing.
My 03/13/26 postcard is a cluster of blossoms in Bullhead Park, forming a quiet circle…
The warm weather brought the subject of my 03/12/26 postcard: A cluster of small yellow…
My 03/11/26 postcard is a wooden figure standing quietly in an antique shop window along…
My 03/10/26 postcard shows a honeybee working a pale lavender blossom near Constitution, its wings…
My 03/09/26 postcard shows a strange duo standing on the rooftop of a house on…
