My 01/09/26 postcard is a spent rose, its curls curling inward, its petals folded and stiff, the edges lifting like fingers frozen mid-motion. The stem bends slightly under the weight of the forming rose hip. The plant no longer blooms, but it still gestures, a final, expressive shape caught between bloom and pod.
While walking through Albuquerque's Nob Hill neighborhood, I found my 07/02/26 postcard in an unusual…
While walking the acequia paths through Albuquerque's North Valley, we came across several small shrines…
My 06/30/26 postcard features a California helianthella opening to the morning light, its bright yellow…
We stopped at Alvarado Park for a drink of water when three roadrunners appeared, weaving…
While wandering through Albuquerque's Old Town neighborhood, we came across several artichokes in bloom, plants…
My 06/27/26 postcard is a wasp pausing atop the dark center of a black-eyed Susan,…
