I spotted this bee in the median along Carlisle Blvd, hopping from blossom to blossom in a focused rhythm. I chose this image for my 07/18/25 postcard, a moment that felt intimate, as if I’d slipped into its world. There’s a quiet nobility in the work it does, unseen, unthanked, but vital all the same.
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…
My 01/27/26 postcard captures a uniquely Albuquerque moment: a roadrunner sunning itself on the edge…
