The image on my 07/27/23 postcard may not be one I’d typically choose to display on my wall, but it captures a distinctly American experience. If you’ve ever played or watched baseball or softball, whether in your youth or as an adult, the sight of a dugout is familiar. Stepping into an empty dugout before a game starts, a world of potential possibilities unfolds before you, igniting a blend of anxiety, exhilaration, and the desire to prove yourself. Dugouts are sprinkled across the nation, and this particular one is in Bullhead Park.
While wandering through an antique store, I spotted a carved flying frog hanging from a…
My 07/12/26 postcard features a father and son spending a quiet Sunday morning together at…
With Albuquerque climbing to 100 degrees on a July afternoon, the swimming pool becomes the…
My 07/10/26 postcard is a little alien figure in an antique store on Menaul in…
My 07/09/26 postcard is a bee, its legs packed with bright yellow pollen, pausing on…
My 07/08/26 postcard shows a golfer making his way across the fairway at Rio Del…
