It was a rainy day, and my 11/20/25 postcard is a yellow flower hanging on at the end of the season, its petals curled, torn, and weathered by wind and time. I processed it as a portrait, imperfect, tired, but refusing to quit. A small reminder that beauty doesn’t disappear when things fade; it just changes form.
My 12/13/25 postcard is a single red ornament hanging from a bare winter branch along…
My 12/12/25 postcard is a towering Godzilla figure in a yard on Southern, frozen mid-gesture,…
My 12/11/25 postcard is a rose hip standing in winter light, its surface burnished in…
My 12/10/25 postcard is my wife’s cat, part animal, part ornament, as it peers out…
My 12/09/25 is a single oak leaf hanging suspended in late light, its surface a…
My 12/08/25 postcard is a spent flower head clinging to its stem, petals bleached into…
