On my 02/28/24 postcard, I chose to capture the essence of nostalgia with a modern twist in my postcard—a swing, not just any swing, but one that evokes the timeless charm of a tire swing. This choice springs from a treasure trove of memories from my youth, where tire swings were common, each tethered to the branches of trees. Admittedly, those swings were far from perfect. They often marked us with black marks that caused problems when we got home.
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…
