My 11/04/25 postcard features a dog statue sitting just inside the trophy shop window, located just off Central. It is poised like he’s waiting for someone who never quite arrives. Around him stand trophies and ribbons, while he remains the one prize that isn’t for sale, I’ve asked. I’m the passerby who keeps wishing to take him home. Each time I walk by, it sparks the memory of the song, “(How Much Is) That Doggie in the Window?”
My 12/18/25 postcard comes from Bullhead Park, where a dry leaf hangs improbably in a…
While the days remain warm, the nights are falling below freezing. My 12/17/25 postcard is…
My 12/16/25 postcard is a sunflower long past its peak, drooping under its own weight,…
My 12/15/25 postcard is a roadrunner pausing inside a clay pot, feathers puffed to catch…
My 12/13/25 postcard is a single red ornament hanging from a bare winter branch along…
