We walked along the Rio Grande this morning; it wasn’t flowing, it was barely holding on. The sight caught me off guard. My postcard subject for 07/17/25 turned up in Old Town, a morning glory still curled shut, its petals wrapped tight like a secret, just waiting for the lack of sun to unfold it again.
My 10/25/25 postcard is a bright stretch of shelves at John Brooks loaded with every…
My 10/24/25 postcard captures a playful autumn scene from a yard on Solano Drive, a…
My 10/23/25 postcard features a dried poppy seed pod, its petals long gone, suspended in…
My 10/22/25 postcard features a scarecrow-like figure standing beneath a tree along Mackland Avenue, its…
My 10/21/25 postcard features a yellow rose rendered in black and white, its petals folding…
My 10/20/25 postcard features a single yellow sunflower along Marble Avenue, lit from behind; it…
