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 04/21/26 postcard is an orange rose, mid-bloom, holding light in its folds while the…
My 04/20/26 postcard is a worn car rim fitted with sharp, chrome lug spikes that…
My 04/19/26 postcard is a rose caught mid-opening, its petals layered with quiet precision and…
My 08/18/26 postcard is a group sitting across the street from the plaza, the noise…
I found my 04/17/26 postcard on Mountain Road. It was a rose, soft pink petals…
I found my postcard for 4/16/26 near UNM. A cactus flower, open and steady, its…
