The last two cold nights finally shook the trees loose, and the leaves came down in a rush. My 12/02/25 postcard shows a rust-red metal dog sitting in a yard on Natalie Avenue, surrounded by a fresh bed of fallen leaves. Warmed by the low winter sun and carrying that unmistakable scent of fallen leaves, the whole scene made it clear the season had settled in for good.
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…
