My 12/03/25 postcard is a cluster of empty drink cans hanging from the bare branches of a winter tree near Zuni, each one wired on like an ornament. It feels accidental and intentional at the same time, a tiny gallery of what people leave behind, caught in the limbs of a tree that didn’t ask for any of it.
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…
My 11/29/25 postcard is a dried rose hip that stands alone against a bright blue…
My 11/28/25 postcard is a roadrunner standing tall on the roof of a car along…
My 11/27/25 postcard features a lone watermelon sitting in a yard along Ridgecrest, its green…
