A bush overflowing with blossoms caught my eye as I walked down Carlisle Avenue. Amidst the crowded buds, there was one that stood out. It was a solitary blossom on the verge of opening while the rest of the buds remained closed. Also, it was alone while the rest of the buds were in groups of two or three. This blossom is the subject of my 03/28/23 postcard, it was pointing down, and I decided to leave it that way.
My 02/05/26 postcard is a crow working the winter grass at Memorial Park, stopping to…
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,…
