My 09/10/25 postcard captures the bustling heart of the New Mexico State Fair, where families and friends crowd the tree-lined avenue, the air alive with the sounds of celebration. I’ve loved the fair since childhood and have gone every year. It may not be what it once was, but it’s still worth the trip.
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,…
My 01/30/26 postcard is a dried flower head, stripped of color and life, that is…
