As we walked along the VA Health Care facility parade ground, a prairie dog approached, seeking water from the gutter. We spotted each other simultaneously. It quickly assumed a vigilant posture, observing me with interest. At the same time, I captured the encounter in a photograph used for my 06/28/23 postcard. With its daily drink disrupted, it ran across the street to seek shelter under a building.
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,…
