My 02/06/26 postcard is a flower long past its peak, curling inward, its muted purples and tans holding on quietly.…
My 02/05/26 postcard is a crow working the winter grass at Memorial Park, stopping to crack acorns one by one.…
My 02/04/26 postcard is a withered sunflower head hanging heavy at the end of its season, its dried petals and…
My 02/03/26 postcard is a torn prickly pear fruit, its skin split wide to reveal a dense cluster of glossy…
My 02/02/26 postcard is a Monday morning on Nob Hill, the city easing itself awake. Traffic lights hang in a…
My 02/01/26 postcard is shards of broken glass embedded in the soil at Albuquerque’s Glass Graveyard, the remains of a…
My 01/31/26 postcard is a rolled, weathered leaf that was still attached to the tree, something I’ve never seen before.…
My 01/30/26 postcard is a dried flower head, stripped of color and life, that is still holding some shape. The…
My 01/29/26 postcard is a close black-and-white portrait of a roadrunner I found on Alvarado Drive, crest raised and feathers…
My 01/28/26 postcard shows a dried leaf pierced and held by a yucca spike, its brittle layers frozen in a…