Walking up California Street, I watched the sun crest Sandia’s peak. As I pasted Constitution, a particular tree caught my attention — sunbeams radiate some leaves, while others get cast into shadow. For my postcard marked 05/03/23, I chose an image of a sun-illuminated leaf, a sight that stirred memories of my youth, peering at leaves under a microscope.
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,…
My 01/30/26 postcard is a dried flower head, stripped of color and life, that is…
My 01/29/26 postcard is a close black-and-white portrait of a roadrunner I found on Alvarado…
My 01/28/26 postcard shows a dried leaf pierced and held by a yucca spike, its…
