The subject of my 0/16/25 postcard is frayed at the tips, its petals curling inward, yet it still catches the light. The yellow florets at the center flare like sparks, a quiet fire still burning. There’s something defiant in how it holds on, worn but not done. A reminder that beauty doesn’t need perfection.
I found the subject for my 03/31/26 postcard along the walk at the New Mexico…
My 03/29/26 postcard comes from inside the Kiwanis Cabin at the top of Sandia Crest,…
My 03/28/26 postcard is a lone marcher moving along the edge of Montgomery Park, carrying…
My 03/27/26 postcard is a welded figure sitting quietly in a yard on Kentucky Avenue,…
My 03/26/26 postcard comes from Summit Park, where a child leans into the swing, while…
