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 01/15/26 postcard caught a dried, curling leaf and stem holding a translucent seed pod,…
My 01/14/26 postcard features a raven perched on a bare branch against an open sky,…
My 01/13/26 postcard captures a roadrunner standing alert along Southern Avenue, its body angled forward…
My 01/12/26 postcard features a sunflower long past its peak, its yellow petals curling and…
My 01/11/26 postcard comes from a sun sculpture mounted on the side of a home…
My 01/10/26 postcard is a skeleton sitting casually against a low wall in the Old…
