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 07/16/26 postcard is a Western Tiger Swallowtail I found feeding on Red Hesperaloe buds…
My wife spotted a ladybug and asked me to take its picture. We gently turned…
My 07/14/26 postcard is the entrance to the Albuquerque Indian Health Center parking lot. It…
While wandering through an antique store, I spotted a carved flying frog hanging from a…
My 07/12/26 postcard features a father and son spending a quiet Sunday morning together at…
With Albuquerque climbing to 100 degrees on a July afternoon, the swimming pool becomes the…
