My 07/26/25 postcard comes from a concrete structure near Ortega Hall, home to a weathered bronze plaque that marks “The Center of the Universe.” Technically, every point in space is the center, since the universe expands equally in all directions. Which makes this spot less a claim than a reminder: meaning can exist anywhere we choose to stop and notice.
My 12/19/25 postcard is a pomegranate hanging empty by time and birds, its interior exposed…
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…
