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 04/05/26 postcard is fresh growth pushing out from the top of the cactus, soft…
At the Brent Baca Memorial Disc Golf Course, the land feels stripped down to its…
My 04/03/26 postcard is a handmade cloth figure, sitting with a quiet, thoughtful presence. His…
My 04/02/26 postcard comes from a front yard on California Street, a place I pass…
My 04/01/26 postcard is a small cluster of seed pods hanging from a thin branch,…
