As the night descended upon the city, a storm swept through, leaving in its wake a landscape transformed. It was fascinating to see the impact the storm had on the various yards throughout the city. I saw yards blanketed in a thick layer of snow. While others had a slick sheen of ice, and some were dry as the desert. My postcard for 02/14/23 is disappearing ice in a yard along Burton Avenue.
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,…
