My 01/06/26 postcard is a roadrunner standing rigid on the edge of a wall on Summer Avenue, its body pitched forward, mouth open in a sharp, silent challenge. The bird has been interrupted. Its feathers lie tight against its body, the long tail stretched straight back, amplifying the sense of aggression and control. It’s a moment of alert dominance, not flight, but readiness.
My 01/07/26 postcard is a spent flower hanging from a curved stem, its petals wrinkled…
My 01/05/26 postcard is a split seed pod from a red hesperaloe, its thick, textured…
My 01/04/26 postcard is a man kneeling at the edge of Washington Street, carefully tending…
My 01/03/26 postcard comes from the flea market on the fairgrounds. It's a worn doll…
My 01/01/26 postcard is a roadrunner pausing along Inspiration Drive on a weathered rail, balanced…
