My 12/08/25 postcard is a spent flower head clinging to its stem, petals bleached into parchment by cold air and passing days. The leaves sag, textured and worn, yet still hanging on. Processed as a painting, it’s a reminder that beauty doesn’t vanish when the blossom is past its prime; it just changes form.
My 01/01/26 postcard is a roadrunner pausing along Inspiration Drive on a weathered rail, balanced…
My 12/31/25 postcard is a lone sandhill crane crossing the winter field at Los Poblanos…
My 12/30/25 postcard comes from a window of a closed store on Monroe Street near…
My 12/29/25 postcard is a flower found near building 52 in the VA landscaping, caught…
My 12/28/25 postcard is a bud holding its color against the muted winter background, petals…
My 12/27/25 postcard comes from a shop in the Coronado Mall. It’s a Viking figure…
