For my 07/19/25 postcard, I found this blossom on Santa Clara Avenue at the end of its run, its petals faded and curled, barely hanging on. But what held me was its shape, still full and centered, as if it refused to let time erase its symmetry. There’s beauty here, just quieter now. You don’t have to be in bloom to be worth noticing.
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,…
