Walking along Duranes Ditch, we were greeted by a carpet of leaves, freshly fallen due to the recent chill. The earthy scent of decay filled the air. This distinctive aroma of the leaves stirred long-forgotten memories of younger days spent frolicking in heaping mounds of leaves gathered by my father’s diligent raking. My 11/26/23 postcard is a shot of the leaf-covered trail on the Duranes Ditch.
My 02/01/26 postcard is shards of broken glass embedded in the soil at Albuquerque’s Glass…
My 01/31/26 postcard is a rolled, weathered leaf that was still attached to the tree,…
My 01/30/26 postcard is a dried flower head, stripped of color and life, that is…
My 01/29/26 postcard is a close black-and-white portrait of a roadrunner I found on Alvarado…
My 01/28/26 postcard shows a dried leaf pierced and held by a yucca spike, its…
My 01/27/26 postcard captures a uniquely Albuquerque moment: a roadrunner sunning itself on the edge…
