Every Christmas Eve, my family journeys to Albuquerque’s Old Town, where the subject of my 12/24/25 postcard rises from the center of Old Town, wrapped in light and framed by strings of bulbs overhead, a towering Christmas tree. The night holds many memories for me as people gather at its base, the glow turning the plaza into a place of shared celebration.
My 02/04/26 postcard is a withered sunflower head hanging heavy at the end of its…
My 02/03/26 postcard is a torn prickly pear fruit, its skin split wide to reveal…
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…
