For my 07/19/25 postcard, I found this blossom on Santa Clara Avenue at the end of its run, its petals faded and curled, barely hanging on. But what held me was its shape, still full and centered, as if it refused to let time erase its symmetry. There’s beauty here, just quieter now. You don’t have to be in bloom to be worth noticing.
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…
