As I strolled through the city streets with my camera slung over my shoulder. I can’t help but draw attention to myself. While, at times, it evokes in some people feelings of paranoia and fear, it sparked curiosity and excitement on this particular day. As I passed by Wilson Park, a group of lively kids spotted my camera and excitedly asked if I would take their picture. Though the lighting and pose may not have been perfect, the moment was truly special. My postcard for 01/25/23 is of those kids, with their zest for life shining brightly.
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…
My 01/29/26 postcard is a close black-and-white portrait of a roadrunner I found on Alvarado…
My 01/28/26 postcard shows a dried leaf pierced and held by a yucca spike, its…
