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.
While walking along Southern Boulevard, I came across a roadrunner and managed to get a…
While walking near Girard Blvd, I came across this sunflower well past its prime. Its…
While walking along Laguna Boulevard near the Albuquerque Country Club, my wife found this beautiful…
While walking through Nob Hill on Halloween, I spotted four skeletons climbing through the twisting…
I found my 10/30/26 postcard while walking around UNM. First, I saw a dragonfly that…
My 10/29/26 postcard shows a crow settling in the upper branches of a pine tree…
