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 09/03/26 postcard features a pollen-covered bee resting on the sweeping golden petal of a…
My 09/02/26 postcard features heavy equipment tearing into Sumner Avenue; they have blocked the street…
My 09/01/26 postcard is an ant searching for nectar deep within the center of a…
My 08/31/26 postcard is a once-brilliant purple zinnia showing the marks of age and hot…
My 08/30/26 postcard is a bumblebee foraging among the purple sage along Central, in front…
My 08/29/26 postcard is based on a photograph I processed into a painting. It captures…
