The State Fair ended yesterday, this afternoon almost all the rides and booths were packed. The fair disrupts our neighborhood, but it’s worth all the aggravation. For over 50 years I’ve attended the state fair at least once and most years multiple times. My pictures for 9/17 is a carousel minus its steeds ready for hauling to the next town.
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…