While the days remain warm, the nights are falling below freezing. My 12/17/25 postcard is a close view of fractured ice scattered across the gutter of Sunningdale Ave, each shard catching the light differently. What looks chaotic at first resolves into a delicate pattern, thin, temporary, already on its way to disappearing, held together only by cold and timing.
My 04/03/26 postcard is a handmade cloth figure, sitting with a quiet, thoughtful presence. His…
My 04/02/26 postcard comes from a front yard on California Street, a place I pass…
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,…
