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 04/02/26 postcard comes from a front yard on California Street, a place I pass…
My 04/01/26 postcard is a small cluster of seed pods hanging from a thin branch,…
My 03/29/26 postcard comes from inside the Kiwanis Cabin at the top of Sandia Crest,…
My 03/28/26 postcard is a lone marcher moving along the edge of Montgomery Park, carrying…
