My 10/25/25 postcard is a bright stretch of shelves at John Brooks loaded with every kind of salty indulgence. Lay’s, Ruffles, Kettle Cooked, and Cape Cod are all jostling for attention beside jars of dip. This aisle is the hunting ground for a blind chip tasting we are having tomorrow, where simple potato chips become the stuff of contemplation and family debate.
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…
