I saw lots of roadrunners while out walking, and it was more than ten because that’s when I stopped counting. Maybe it’s because I started my walk early to beat the heat, but I saw a new pair every few blocks. My picture for 06/27 is a roadrunner with its breakfast. It ran next to me for several houses before disappearing into a yard with its meal.
My 02/05/26 postcard is a crow working the winter grass at Memorial Park, stopping to…
My 02/04/26 postcard is a withered sunflower head hanging heavy at the end of its…
My 02/03/26 postcard is a torn prickly pear fruit, its skin split wide to reveal…
My 02/02/26 postcard is a Monday morning on Nob Hill, the city easing itself awake.…
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,…