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 10/26/25 postcard is a rose in its final act, its last two petals faded…
My 10/25/25 postcard is a bright stretch of shelves at John Brooks loaded with every…
My 10/24/25 postcard captures a playful autumn scene from a yard on Solano Drive, a…
My 10/23/25 postcard features a dried poppy seed pod, its petals long gone, suspended in…
My 10/22/25 postcard features a scarecrow-like figure standing beneath a tree along Mackland Avenue, its…
My 10/21/25 postcard features a yellow rose rendered in black and white, its petals folding…
