My 07/17/26 postcard is a coneflower I found down the block. Its bright petals have curled with age, leaving behind graceful lines and rich textures. The petals aren’t random. They curve and fold in ways that feel almost like a dancer’s hands or flowing fabric. Nature isn’t deteriorating into disorder—it’s rearranging itself into a different kind of beauty.
My 09/21/26 postcard is a Curve-billed Thrasher I found among the cholla growing along a…
My 09/20/26 postcard is a Red Hesperaloe seedpod found in the landscaping at the Albuquerque…
My 09/19/26 postcard features a solitary man walking among the trees at the Gutierrez-Hubbell House…
My 09/18/26 postcard features a curve-billed thrasher that paused on a sun-warmed wall along Southern…
My 09/17/26 postcard is a roadrunner pausing atop a weathered flowerpot in a yard on…
My 09/16/26 postcard shows kids and adults dancing in a swirling sea of foam at…
