My 11/03/25 postcard is a single leaf I found along Constitution Avenue, spotted and worn, bearing the marks of cold nights, part decay, part endurance. The life that surrounded it, now fading into the background. It’s the story of change written on a surface that’s still hanging on, past its season.
My 11/02/25 postcard is a small bird seeking seeds on the remnants of a dried…
My 11/01/25 postcard features a dried seed pod hanging suspended, its curved husks peeling open…
My 10/31/25 postcard is a Halloween display in Siesta Hills that stopped me in my…
My 10/30/25 postcard captures a sunflower at the end of its life, its petals curled…
My 10/29/25 postcard captures Urban Glow, a shop on Route 66, where an aging brick…
My 10/28/25 postcard is a Curve-billed Thrasher perched on a sun-warmed railing along Ridgecrest, its…
