My 07/20/25 postcard is a bee in the middle of its rounds, working a tight cluster of unopened buds. The petals hadn’t even begun to unfurl, but that didn’t matter; it was already at work, drawn to something just beneath the surface. No fanfare, no spotlight, just a small life, doing the kind of quiet work that holds everything together.
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…
My 12/03/25 postcard is a cluster of empty drink cans hanging from the bare branches…
The last two cold nights finally shook the trees loose, and the leaves came down…
My 12/01/25 postcard is a flower past its summer bloom, still holding onto threads of…
My 11/30/25 postcard shows a yellow finch balancing on a drying sunflower stalk in a…
