My 11/16/25 postcard features a gate standing alone, with no fence on either side, a weathered doorway situated in the middle of a leaf-strewn yard. With the boundaries gone, it feels less like a barrier and more like an invitation. The little concrete step in front suggests a path, a portal to nowhere and everywhere at the same time, depending on how you look at it.
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…
The last two cold nights finally shook the trees loose, and the leaves came down…
