My 12/18/25 postcard comes from Bullhead Park, where a dry leaf hangs improbably in a chain-link fence, caught not by…
My 12/11/25 postcard is a rose hip standing in winter light, its surface burnished in reds and golds. The dried…
My 12/10/25 postcard is my wife’s cat, part animal, part ornament, as it peers out from beneath a red Santa…
My 12/09/25 is a single oak leaf hanging suspended in late light, its surface a mosaic of color. Veins glow…
My 12/08/25 postcard is a spent flower head clinging to its stem, petals bleached into parchment by cold air and…
My 12/07/25 postcard is a Red Hesperaloe seed pod, its split shell revealing pale interior walls. The outer skin, once…
My 12/06/25 postcard is a small rabbit sitting in the cracked soil of a dry irrigation ditch, its fur blending…
My 12/05/25 postcard is a roadrunner standing on a sunlit sidewalk in Siesta Hills, feathers catching the light in layers.…
The last two cold nights finally shook the trees loose, and the leaves came down in a rush. My 12/02/25…
My 12/01/25 postcard is a flower past its summer bloom, still holding onto threads of purple and gold. The petals…