We walked six miles along the Rio Grande, soaking in the Bosque’s quiet beauty and encountering a pack of coyotes that slipped into the brush before I could capture them. My 01/04/25 postcard showcases a tranquil arroyo south of Paseo Del Norte. Though the hum of cars lingered in the distance, the scene felt like a world apart from the city.
My 01/09/26 postcard is a spent rose, its curls curling inward, its petals folded and…
My 01/08/26 postcard is a small group of pink plastic flamingos standing in a loose…
My 01/07/26 postcard is a spent flower hanging from a curved stem, its petals wrinkled…
My 01/06/26 postcard is a roadrunner standing rigid on the edge of a wall on…
My 01/05/26 postcard is a split seed pod from a red hesperaloe, its thick, textured…
My 01/04/26 postcard is a man kneeling at the edge of Washington Street, carefully tending…
