My 01/08/26 postcard is a small group of pink plastic flamingos standing in a loose line beneath a large tree, their thin metal legs sunk into dry winter grass and fallen leaves. I picked this one for my wife. Years ago, I saw a field of cranes and thought they were flamingos. I came home excited, she told me that wasn’t possible, and I drove her out to prove it, only to show her a field of cranes. I still get teased about it. So here are some flamingos. They may be plastic, but they’re definitely flamingos.
My 01/07/26 postcard is a spent flower hanging from a curved stem, its petals wrinkled…
My 01/06/26 postcard is a roadrunner standing rigid on the edge of a wall on…
My 01/05/26 postcard is a split seed pod from a red hesperaloe, its thick, textured…
My 01/04/26 postcard is a man kneeling at the edge of Washington Street, carefully tending…
My 01/03/26 postcard comes from the flea market on the fairgrounds. It's a worn doll…
