When I was sixteen, I purchased my first automobile – a green 1956 Pontiac, for a mere $250. It boasted power windows and a hood ornament that illuminated upon activating the light. I walked to Old Town, where they were having a car show, and stumbled upon two 1956 Pontiacs. Witnessing these cars brought me immense pleasure, and I was taken aback by the collectibility they had acquired over the years. The owner confided that the motors powering the windows could fetch between three and four thousand dollars each. My postcard from 05/21/23 is a photograph of a restored 1956 Pontiac taken at the Old Town car show.
My 04/28/26 postcard features a roadrunner near Hyder Park, taking off from its rock perch…
My 04/27/26 postcard is a Spanish broom bloom caught between opening and fading, its yellow…
My 04/26/26 postcard is a dried iris on Eastern Avenue, its petals curled and translucent,…
My 04/25/26 postcard comes from a small charity car show in an open lot near…
My 04/24/26 postcard comes from Bullhead Park, where a dog stands on a weathered stone…
My 04/23/26 postcard is a look inside a flower, revealing a warm space where light…
