My 08/27/25 postcard features a golden ornament that rested along Constitution among scattered rocks, its polished surface bending the world into a curved reflection. In its mirrored skin, you find me, the photographer framed by sky, trees, and earth, all drawn into a circular stage. An unexpected self-portrait.
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…
My 12/03/25 postcard is a cluster of empty drink cans hanging from the bare branches…
The last two cold nights finally shook the trees loose, and the leaves came down…
My 12/01/25 postcard is a flower past its summer bloom, still holding onto threads of…
My 11/30/25 postcard shows a yellow finch balancing on a drying sunflower stalk in a…
