My 11/23/25 postcard is a once-bright flower I found on Ridgecrest before a hailstorm forced me to pack up my camera. It hangs on at the end of the season, its magenta petals curling inward and fading. The center remains vibrant, packed with texture and small bursts of color, as if the flower is refusing to surrender entirely. Unmistakably alive in its last blaze of color.
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…
My 01/27/26 postcard captures a uniquely Albuquerque moment: a roadrunner sunning itself on the edge…
