The Town Lodge on Central is either being remodeled or torn down; I’m not sure which one. They have removed all the doors and windows, while some rooms still have things left in them. These scattered leftovers of mattresses, chairs, and bedding seem like bits of flesh left on the skeleton of this old motel. My picture for 11/15 is through the missing window into one of these rooms.
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,…