At my work desk at home, I have an incense burner that looks likes treebeard. If you burn incense in him, the smoke comes out his mouth. I’ve only done that once, it was cool, but the smoke filled the room and made me cough. The idea of ints has filled me with wonder since middle school when I first read Lord of the Rings. Treebeard is my picture for 6/28.
My 02/04/26 postcard is a withered sunflower head hanging heavy at the end of its…
My 02/03/26 postcard is a torn prickly pear fruit, its skin split wide to reveal…
My 02/02/26 postcard is a Monday morning on Nob Hill, the city easing itself awake.…
My 02/01/26 postcard is shards of broken glass embedded in the soil at Albuquerque’s Glass…
My 01/31/26 postcard is a rolled, weathered leaf that was still attached to the tree,…
My 01/30/26 postcard is a dried flower head, stripped of color and life, that is…
