While walking down Aspen Avenue, just before San Mateo, I found a pecan tree. The branches filled with pecans, a bounty waiting for harvest. Each time I pass, I can’t help but feel a twinge of sadness as I consider all those pecans going to waste. My postcard for 02/06/23 is three pecans still on the tree in black and white.
My 04/15/26 postcard is a roadrunner moving with quiet purpose along the sidewalk of Southern…
My 04/14/26 postcard features an onion blossom beginning to break free from its papery sheath,…
My 04/13/26 postcard features two construction workers on Lomas Avenue, focusing on the equipment they…
My 04/12/26 postcard features an iris we found in Old Town, standing in a bed…
I found my 04/10/26 postcard at the end of the block. A giant skeleton, dressed…
