As I worked at capturing a couple of roadrunners through my lens, enticing them with clicking sounds, my spouse drew my attention to a fat cat. It lounged upon a nearby drive, observing our antics with the rapt fascination of a television fanatic. This cat is the subject of my 04/07/23 postcard and precisely what comes to my mind when someone says “fat cat.”
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…
My 12/03/25 postcard is a cluster of empty drink cans hanging from the bare branches…
