My 07-25-25 postcard features a Western Tiger Swallowtail feeding at a mimosa blossom along Odlum Drive. It moved with a quiet grace, one of only three butterflies we’ve seen all summer. These sightings used to be common, almost expected, but now they feel like small miracles. Each one reminds me of what’s slipping away. The decline in butterflies isn’t just numbers; it’s the fading of everyday magic.
My 09/03/26 postcard features a pollen-covered bee resting on the sweeping golden petal of a…
My 09/02/26 postcard features heavy equipment tearing into Sumner Avenue; they have blocked the street…
My 09/01/26 postcard is an ant searching for nectar deep within the center of a…
My 08/31/26 postcard is a once-brilliant purple zinnia showing the marks of age and hot…
My 08/30/26 postcard is a bumblebee foraging among the purple sage along Central, in front…
My 08/29/26 postcard is based on a photograph I processed into a painting. It captures…
