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 12/18/25 postcard comes from Bullhead Park, where a dry leaf hangs improbably in a…
While the days remain warm, the nights are falling below freezing. My 12/17/25 postcard is…
My 12/16/25 postcard is a sunflower long past its peak, drooping under its own weight,…
My 12/15/25 postcard is a roadrunner pausing inside a clay pot, feathers puffed to catch…
My 12/13/25 postcard is a single red ornament hanging from a bare winter branch along…
