While the days remain warm, the nights are falling below freezing. My 12/17/25 postcard is a close view of fractured ice scattered across the gutter of Sunningdale Ave, each shard catching the light differently. What looks chaotic at first resolves into a delicate pattern, thin, temporary, already on its way to disappearing, held together only by cold and timing.
My 12/16/25 postcard is a sunflower long past its peak, drooping under its own weight,…
My 12/15/25 postcard is a roadrunner pausing inside a clay pot, feathers puffed to catch…
My 12/13/25 postcard is a single red ornament hanging from a bare winter branch along…
My 12/12/25 postcard is a towering Godzilla figure in a yard on Southern, frozen mid-gesture,…
My 12/11/25 postcard is a rose hip standing in winter light, its surface burnished in…
