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.
A House Finch pauses atop a spent sunflower, caught in the middle of its meal…
My 08/13/26 postcard features a morning glory growing near Montgomery Park. I transformed it into…
My 08/12/26 postcard features a Jaguar hood ornament gleaming in the midday sun. A timeless…
My 08/11/26 postcard captures a hummingbird pausing to feed from a red Hesperaloe blossom in…
My 08/10/26 postcard is a lone rental scooter sitting abandoned along Ridgecrest Drive, with the…
I found this duck gliding quietly across the calm waters of Tingley Beach on a…
