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 04/21/26 postcard is an orange rose, mid-bloom, holding light in its folds while the…
My 04/20/26 postcard is a worn car rim fitted with sharp, chrome lug spikes that…
My 04/19/26 postcard is a rose caught mid-opening, its petals layered with quiet precision and…
My 08/18/26 postcard is a group sitting across the street from the plaza, the noise…
I found my 04/17/26 postcard on Mountain Road. It was a rose, soft pink petals…
I found my postcard for 4/16/26 near UNM. A cactus flower, open and steady, its…
