My 10/10/25 postcard is a weathered figurine with an oversized head and a single earring, its surface etched by time. Though its origins are uncertain, I found it intriguing and gave it a finish meant to echo its age and mystery. Found tucked away in an antique shop on Central. It feels less like an object and more like a quiet survivor, holding its secrets beneath layers of age and mystery.
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…
