My picture for 7/17 is one of several needles left in the alley behind my office. Every time I see a discarded needle it reminds me of the song “Sam Stone” by John Prine about a drug-addicted veteran with the refrain, “There’s a hole in daddy’s arm, where all the money goes”.
My 04/09/26 captures a wildflower past its moment, its petals curling inward as if retreating…
My 04/08/26 is a rose that opened ahead of its time, drawn out by warmth…
My 04/07/26 postcard captures a red poppy pushing up through a sidewalk crack near Lomas.…
My 04/06/26 postcard comes from the landscaping near Trader Joe’s, a bee works its way…
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…
