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 12/05/25 postcard is a roadrunner standing on a sunlit sidewalk in Siesta Hills, feathers…
My 12/04/25 postcard is the six-hole at Puerto del Sol, covered in a clean, unbroken…
My 12/03/25 postcard is a cluster of empty drink cans hanging from the bare branches…
The last two cold nights finally shook the trees loose, and the leaves came down…
My 12/01/25 postcard is a flower past its summer bloom, still holding onto threads of…
My 11/30/25 postcard shows a yellow finch balancing on a drying sunflower stalk in a…
