This blossom along Anderson Ave stopped me in my tracks, its white petals catching the morning light, its crimson center glowing like a secret it was just about to tell. I moved in close, but in the end, it was the full bloom that I used for my 07/16/25 postcard. There’s something about seeing the whole story unfold.
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…
