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 01/10/26 postcard is a skeleton sitting casually against a low wall in the Old…
My 01/09/26 postcard is a spent rose, its curls curling inward, its petals folded and…
My 01/08/26 postcard is a small group of pink plastic flamingos standing in a loose…
My 01/07/26 postcard is a spent flower hanging from a curved stem, its petals wrinkled…
My 01/06/26 postcard is a roadrunner standing rigid on the edge of a wall on…
My 01/05/26 postcard is a split seed pod from a red hesperaloe, its thick, textured…
