My 01/15/25 postcard features a cast iron frog perched on a fence post. Its weathered patina, shaped by years of outdoor exposure, caught my eye. New and shiny, it would have walked right by., but its aged charm spoke to me—a reminder of time’s artistry. I’m not sure why I’m attracted to aged things, but I have always been.
My 12/09/25 is a single oak leaf hanging suspended in late light, its surface a…
My 12/08/25 postcard is a spent flower head clinging to its stem, petals bleached into…
My 12/07/25 postcard is a Red Hesperaloe seed pod, its split shell revealing pale interior…
My 12/06/25 postcard is a small rabbit sitting in the cracked soil of a dry…
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…
