My 11/27/25 postcard features a lone watermelon sitting in a yard along Ridgecrest, its green stripes glowing against the dull browns of dried leaves and spent vines. Everything around it has surrendered to the season, but the fruit itself looks stubborn, almost proud, one last burst of summer refusing to leave the stage.
My 11/28/25 postcard is a roadrunner standing tall on the roof of a car along…
My 11/26/25 postcard features a single deep-red leaf, its surface full of tiny ridges and…
My 11/25/25 postcard features a dried, weathered flower head standing in a yard along Cardenas…
My 11/24/25 postcard comes from the third story of the Domenici Center, looking north toward…
My 11/23/25 postcard is a once-bright flower I found on Ridgecrest before a hailstorm forced…
My 11/22/25 postcard shows a crowded shelf of religious statues and relics in an antique…
