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 04/26/26 postcard is a dried iris on Eastern Avenue, its petals curled and translucent,…
My 04/25/26 postcard comes from a small charity car show in an open lot near…
My 04/24/26 postcard comes from Bullhead Park, where a dog stands on a weathered stone…
My 04/23/26 postcard is a look inside a flower, revealing a warm space where light…
My 04/22/26 postcard features construction on Summer Ave, where the road is closed and redirected,…
My 04/21/26 postcard is an orange rose, mid-bloom, holding light in its folds while the…
