My 01/04/26 postcard is a man kneeling at the edge of Washington Street, carefully tending a painted curb layered with color and flowers. The setting is rough and ordinary, but his attention transforms it into something sacred. There’s no audience, no announcement, just the steady work of creating beauty for his world.
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…
