My 11/25/25 postcard features a dried, weathered flower head standing in a yard along Cardenas Drive. The black-and-white treatment pulls all the attention to the textures: the brittle petals, the spiked center, the quiet collapse of a bloom at the end of its season. It’s stark, and strangely elegant.
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,…
My 03/28/26 postcard is a lone marcher moving along the edge of Montgomery Park, carrying…
