My 07/22/25 postcard captures a bagworm suspended by a single thread, its cocoon of leaves and silk swaying gently in the breeze. A rough bundle of life, it blends so well into the background that most passersby would never notice, but once you spot one, you see them everywhere. Along Campus Boulevard, next to Onate Hall, the trees were full of them, hundreds of tiny, silent architects hanging from the branches like ornaments. It’s a quiet kind of marvel, built from instinct, patience, and whatever bits the world offers.
My 12/05/25 postcard is a roadrunner standing on a sunlit sidewalk in Siesta Hills, feathers…
My 12/04/25 postcard is the six-hole at Puerto del Sol, covered in a clean, unbroken…
My 12/03/25 postcard is a cluster of empty drink cans hanging from the bare branches…
The last two cold nights finally shook the trees loose, and the leaves came down…
My 12/01/25 postcard is a flower past its summer bloom, still holding onto threads of…
My 11/30/25 postcard shows a yellow finch balancing on a drying sunflower stalk in a…
