My 03/11/26 postcard is a wooden figure standing quietly in an antique shop window along Central, its cracked paint and worn surface revealing years of age and exposure. The carved, calm expression and battered texture give it the feeling of a small survivor from another time, patiently waiting to be noticed again.
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…
My 04/03/26 postcard is a handmade cloth figure, sitting with a quiet, thoughtful presence. His…
My 04/02/26 postcard comes from a front yard on California Street, a place I pass…
My 04/01/26 postcard is a small cluster of seed pods hanging from a thin branch,…
