As I walked along Solano Drive, I spotted a cat perched at a window, fully absorbed in the bustle of the outside world. This sight provoked me to contemplate what might be going through the cat’s mind as it observes the happenings beyond the glass. My postcard for 03/06/23 is that cat in black and white.
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,…
