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 04/27/26 postcard is a Spanish broom bloom caught between opening and fading, its yellow…
My 04/26/26 postcard is a dried iris on Eastern Avenue, its petals curled and translucent,…
My 04/25/26 postcard comes from a small charity car show in an open lot near…
My 04/24/26 postcard comes from Bullhead Park, where a dog stands on a weathered stone…
My 04/23/26 postcard is a look inside a flower, revealing a warm space where light…
My 04/22/26 postcard features construction on Summer Ave, where the road is closed and redirected,…
