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 11/28/25 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…
My 11/26/25 postcard features a single deep-red leaf, its surface full of tiny ridges and…
My 11/25/25 postcard features a dried, weathered flower head standing in a yard along Cardenas…
My 11/24/25 postcard comes from the third story of the Domenici Center, looking north toward…
My 11/23/25 postcard is a once-bright flower I found on Ridgecrest before a hailstorm forced…
