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 04/28/26 postcard features a roadrunner near Hyder Park, taking off from its rock perch…
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…
