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.
My 03/10/26 postcard shows a honeybee working a pale lavender blossom near Constitution, its wings…
My 03/09/26 postcard shows a strange duo standing on the rooftop of a house on…
My 03/07/26 postcard shows graffiti on the concrete wall of the dry Bear Canyon drainage…
My 03/06/26 postcard is a close-up of bright yellow Oregon grape blossoms surrounded by clusters…
My 03/05/26 postcard is a close-up of a soft pink spring blossom I found in…
