My 11/25/25 postcard features a dried, weathered flower head standing in a yard along Cardenas Drive. The black-and-white treatment pulls all the attention to the textures: the brittle petals, the spiked center, the quiet collapse of a bloom at the end of its season. It’s stark, and strangely elegant.
My 12/18/25 postcard comes from Bullhead Park, where a dry leaf hangs improbably in a…
While the days remain warm, the nights are falling below freezing. My 12/17/25 postcard is…
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…
