My 12/04/25 postcard is the six-hole at Puerto del Sol, covered in a clean, unbroken layer of snow, turning the fairway into a bright white plain under a crisp blue sky. The trees now bare stand along the edges, their long shadows stretching across the powder. The usually busy course feels hushed, no golfers, no footprints, just a rare stillness settling over familiar ground.
My 02/24/26 postcard is an aging “Lucky Boy” sign that rises above a longtime Albuquerque…
My 02/23/26 postcard is a close-up of a cactus bloom rising from the edge of…
My 02/22/26 postcard features a dried Red Hesperaloe seed pod hanging from a stem, its…
My 02/21/26 postcard is a dried bloom hanging suspended, its petals withdrawn and sharpened into…
My 02/20/26 postcard features a roadrunner perched on a weathered wooden beam along Inspiration Drive.…
My 02/19/26 postcard is a sunflower in a yard along Southern; the bloom is gone,…
