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 05/17/26 postcard subject is a man I found sitting behind the wheel at the…
We did some roaming around Corrales and found this hot rod parked at the Fiesta…
My 05/15/26 postcard is a cactus flower growing along the edge of Bullhead Park near…
My 05/14/26 postcard is a dog on Alvarado Drive that would race the length of…
My 05/13/26 postcard features a small Goldfinch I found foraging for seeds among Black-Eyed Susans…
My 05/12/26 postcard is a dandelion seed head found in a yard along Ridgecrest, held…
