My 12/04/25 postcard is the six-hole at Puerto del Sol, covered in a clean, unbroken layer of snow, turning the fairway into a bright white plain under a crisp blue sky. The trees now bare stand along the edges, their long shadows stretching across the powder. The usually busy course feels hushed, no golfers, no footprints, just a rare stillness settling over familiar ground.
My 12/03/25 postcard is a cluster of empty drink cans hanging from the bare branches…
The last two cold nights finally shook the trees loose, and the leaves came down…
My 12/01/25 postcard is a flower past its summer bloom, still holding onto threads of…
My 11/30/25 postcard shows a yellow finch balancing on a drying sunflower stalk in a…
My 11/29/25 postcard is a dried rose hip that stands alone against a bright blue…
My 11/28/25 postcard is a roadrunner standing tall on the roof of a car along…
