A bush overflowing with blossoms caught my eye as I walked down Carlisle Avenue. Amidst the crowded buds, there was one that stood out. It was a solitary blossom on the verge of opening while the rest of the buds remained closed. Also, it was alone while the rest of the buds were in groups of two or three. This blossom is the subject of my 03/28/23 postcard, it was pointing down, and I decided to leave it that way.
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…
