My 12/18/25 postcard comes from Bullhead Park, where a dry leaf hangs improbably in a chain-link fence, caught not by…
While the days remain warm, the nights are falling below freezing. My 12/17/25 postcard is a close view of fractured…
My 12/16/25 postcard is a sunflower long past its peak, drooping under its own weight, yellow petals thinning and curling…
My 12/15/25 postcard is a roadrunner pausing inside a clay pot, feathers puffed to catch the sun, eyes alert, caught…
My 12/14/25 postcard is a lone figure sitting on a bench in Hyder Park on a Sunday morning, framed by…
My 12/13/25 postcard is a single red ornament hanging from a bare winter branch along Quincy Street, catching the light…
My 12/12/25 postcard is a towering Godzilla figure in a yard on Southern, frozen mid-gesture, turned to black and white,…
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…