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 08/11/26 postcard captures a hummingbird pausing to feed from a red Hesperaloe blossom in…
My 08/10/26 postcard is a lone rental scooter sitting abandoned along Ridgecrest Drive, with the…
I found this duck gliding quietly across the calm waters of Tingley Beach on a…
I found this hardworking bumblebee tucked deep inside a white blossom on Idlewilde Lane in…
I found this Goldfinch perched among some sunflowers on Southern Avenue, pausing just long enough…
I found this rosebud just beginning to open on Natalie Ave, its petals slowly unfolding…
