My 07-25-25 postcard features a Western Tiger Swallowtail feeding at a mimosa blossom along Odlum Drive. It moved with a quiet grace, one of only three butterflies we’ve seen all summer. These sightings used to be common, almost expected, but now they feel like small miracles. Each one reminds me of what’s slipping away. The decline in butterflies isn’t just numbers; it’s the fading of everyday magic.
My 11/02/25 postcard is a small bird seeking seeds on the remnants of a dried…
My 11/01/25 postcard features a dried seed pod hanging suspended, its curved husks peeling open…
My 10/31/25 postcard is a Halloween display in Siesta Hills that stopped me in my…
My 10/30/25 postcard captures a sunflower at the end of its life, its petals curled…
My 10/29/25 postcard captures Urban Glow, a shop on Route 66, where an aging brick…
My 10/28/25 postcard is a Curve-billed Thrasher perched on a sun-warmed railing along Ridgecrest, its…
