My 11/23/25 postcard is a once-bright flower I found on Ridgecrest before a hailstorm forced me to pack up my camera. It hangs on at the end of the season, its magenta petals curling inward and fading. The center remains vibrant, packed with texture and small bursts of color, as if the flower is refusing to surrender entirely. Unmistakably alive in its last blaze of color.
My 11/28/25 postcard is a roadrunner standing tall on the roof of a car along…
My 11/27/25 postcard features a lone watermelon sitting in a yard along Ridgecrest, its green…
My 11/26/25 postcard features a single deep-red leaf, its surface full of tiny ridges and…
My 11/25/25 postcard features a dried, weathered flower head standing in a yard along Cardenas…
My 11/24/25 postcard comes from the third story of the Domenici Center, looking north toward…
My 11/22/25 postcard shows a crowded shelf of religious statues and relics in an antique…
