My 01/15/26 postcard caught a dried, curling leaf and stem holding a translucent seed pod, clinging to a wall along Silver Avenue. Morning light stopped me long enough to notice it, something clearly past its bloom, yet still hanging on, carrying the quiet weight of what’s finished but not entirely gone.
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,…
