While capturing a rose along Aspen Ave, a man emerged from his house to put out the trash for pickup. Noticing my interest, he took me to his prized rose bush near the house, pointing out what he felt was the most stunning bloom in his garden. That rose became the star of my 05/22/24 postcard, a perfect blend of nature’s beauty and a stranger’s pride in his garden.
My 12/09/25 is a single oak leaf hanging suspended in late light, its surface a…
My 12/08/25 postcard is a spent flower head clinging to its stem, petals bleached into…
My 12/07/25 postcard is a Red Hesperaloe seed pod, its split shell revealing pale interior…
My 12/06/25 postcard is a small rabbit sitting in the cracked soil of a dry…
My 12/05/25 postcard is a roadrunner standing on a sunlit sidewalk in Siesta Hills, feathers…
My 12/04/25 postcard is the six-hole at Puerto del Sol, covered in a clean, unbroken…
