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 04/27/26 postcard is a Spanish broom bloom caught between opening and fading, its yellow…
My 04/26/26 postcard is a dried iris on Eastern Avenue, its petals curled and translucent,…
My 04/25/26 postcard comes from a small charity car show in an open lot near…
My 04/24/26 postcard comes from Bullhead Park, where a dog stands on a weathered stone…
My 04/23/26 postcard is a look inside a flower, revealing a warm space where light…
My 04/22/26 postcard features construction on Summer Ave, where the road is closed and redirected,…
