We were walking south from Bridge Street along the river when we came to an area covered in broken glass. We had found what’s known as Glass Graveyard. It’s a twenty-acre tract that was the Old River Landfill from 1920 to 1940. My picture for 08/02 is some of the broken glass that covers the ground in this area.
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…
My 12/03/25 postcard is a cluster of empty drink cans hanging from the bare branches…