As I strolled through the city streets with my camera slung over my shoulder. I can’t help but draw attention to myself. While, at times, it evokes in some people feelings of paranoia and fear, it sparked curiosity and excitement on this particular day. As I passed by Wilson Park, a group of lively kids spotted my camera and excitedly asked if I would take their picture. Though the lighting and pose may not have been perfect, the moment was truly special. My postcard for 01/25/23 is of those kids, with their zest for life shining brightly.
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…
