When younger, I’d watch the cartoon coyote chase the roadrunner, always failing to catch his meal. I thought of the roadrunner as pray, but now that I’ve spent some time observing them in the wilds of our neighborhood, I know them to be fierce hunters. My picture for 05/29 is a roadrunner dispatching a bird; it just caught against a driveway.
My 02/05/26 postcard is a crow working the winter grass at Memorial Park, stopping to…
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,…