It was a rainy day, and my 11/20/25 postcard is a yellow flower hanging on at the end of the season, its petals curled, torn, and weathered by wind and time. I processed it as a portrait, imperfect, tired, but refusing to quit. A small reminder that beauty doesn’t disappear when things fade; it just changes form.
My 02/21/26 postcard is a dried bloom hanging suspended, its petals withdrawn and sharpened into…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,…
My 02/17/26 postcard was found in the gutter near UNM, resting in the narrow strip…
My 02/16/26 postcard captures a thrasher near Ridgecrest Circle perched on red volcanic rock, its…
