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.
While wandering through an antique store, I spotted a carved flying frog hanging from a…
My 07/12/26 postcard features a father and son spending a quiet Sunday morning together at…
With Albuquerque climbing to 100 degrees on a July afternoon, the swimming pool becomes the…
My 07/10/26 postcard is a little alien figure in an antique store on Menaul in…
My 07/09/26 postcard is a bee, its legs packed with bright yellow pollen, pausing on…
My 07/08/26 postcard shows a golfer making his way across the fairway at Rio Del…
