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 11/28/25 postcard is a roadrunner standing tall on the roof of a car along…
My 11/27/25 postcard features a lone watermelon sitting in a yard along Ridgecrest, its green…
My 11/26/25 postcard features a single deep-red leaf, its surface full of tiny ridges and…
My 11/25/25 postcard features a dried, weathered flower head standing in a yard along Cardenas…
My 11/24/25 postcard comes from the third story of the Domenici Center, looking north toward…
My 11/23/25 postcard is a once-bright flower I found on Ridgecrest before a hailstorm forced…
