Walking along Duranes Ditch, we were greeted by a carpet of leaves, freshly fallen due to the recent chill. The earthy scent of decay filled the air. This distinctive aroma of the leaves stirred long-forgotten memories of younger days spent frolicking in heaping mounds of leaves gathered by my father’s diligent raking. My 11/26/23 postcard is a shot of the leaf-covered trail on the Duranes Ditch.
My 12/09/25 is a single oak leaf hanging suspended in late light, its surface a…
My 12/08/25 postcard is a spent flower head clinging to its stem, petals bleached into…
My 12/07/25 postcard is a Red Hesperaloe seed pod, its split shell revealing pale interior…
My 12/06/25 postcard is a small rabbit sitting in the cracked soil of a dry…
My 12/05/25 postcard is a roadrunner standing on a sunlit sidewalk in Siesta Hills, feathers…
My 12/04/25 postcard is the six-hole at Puerto del Sol, covered in a clean, unbroken…
