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.…
My 12/04/25 postcard is the six-hole at Puerto del Sol, covered in a clean, unbroken layer of snow, turning the…
My 12/03/25 postcard is a cluster of empty drink cans hanging from the bare branches of a winter tree near…
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…
My 11/30/25 postcard shows a yellow finch balancing on a drying sunflower stalk in a yard along Crest Avenue, looking…
My 11/29/25 postcard is a dried rose hip that stands alone against a bright blue sky, its surface wrinkled and…