My 12/07/25 postcard is a Red Hesperaloe seed pod, its split shell revealing pale interior walls. The outer skin, once a bloom, now shows reds turned to rust and wrinkles like aged parchment. What remains feels sculpted rather than spent; it has already finished its business, but still insists on being seen.
My 04/01/26 postcard is a small cluster of seed pods hanging from a thin branch,…
My 03/29/26 postcard comes from inside the Kiwanis Cabin at the top of Sandia Crest,…
My 03/28/26 postcard is a lone marcher moving along the edge of Montgomery Park, carrying…
My 03/27/26 postcard is a welded figure sitting quietly in a yard on Kentucky Avenue,…
