I discovered the subject for my 05-20-24 postcard at the base of a sign near a bus stop on Carlisle. The abandoned locks, entwined with an aged chain, invoked forgotten stories of security and neglect. Their unexpected presence stirred a surprising emotion within me, as if they held the silent echoes of a past event, blending seamlessly into the concrete canvas of the city.
My 12/29/25 postcard is a flower found near building 52 in the VA landscaping, caught…
My 12/28/25 postcard is a bud holding its color against the muted winter background, petals…
My 12/27/25 postcard comes from a shop in the Coronado Mall. It’s a Viking figure…
My 12/26/25 postcard is a single leaf on Pershing Avenue catching the winter sun, its…
For the last few years, we have hiked the volcanoes west of the city on…
Every Christmas Eve, my family journeys to Albuquerque’s Old Town, where the subject of my…
