A flower’s structured beauty often gives way to a wild, disordered charm as it dries up. My 02/05/24 postcard captures such a transformation—a bloom that, in the process of drying, has contorted and shed its petals, presenting a new and unique form of natural artistry. Where there once was order, now there is chaos.
My 02/04/26 postcard is a withered sunflower head hanging heavy at the end of its…
My 02/03/26 postcard is a torn prickly pear fruit, its skin split wide to reveal…
My 02/02/26 postcard is a Monday morning on Nob Hill, the city easing itself awake.…
My 02/01/26 postcard is shards of broken glass embedded in the soil at Albuquerque’s Glass…
My 01/31/26 postcard is a rolled, weathered leaf that was still attached to the tree,…
My 01/30/26 postcard is a dried flower head, stripped of color and life, that is…
