My 12/08/25 postcard is a spent flower head clinging to its stem, petals bleached into parchment by cold air and passing days. The leaves sag, textured and worn, yet still hanging on. Processed as a painting, it’s a reminder that beauty doesn’t vanish when the blossom is past its prime; it just changes form.
My 02/17/26 postcard was found in the gutter near UNM, resting in the narrow strip…
My 02/16/26 postcard captures a thrasher near Ridgecrest Circle perched on red volcanic rock, its…
My 02/15/26 postcard is a goose easing away from the shoreline at Tingley Beach, sliding…
My 02/14/26 postcard is a view of the Albuquerque rail yards, stretching across the foreground,…
My 02/13/26 postcard is a close-up of a tiny blossom on a bush, its fine,…
My 02/12/26 postcard comes from a yard just up the block and features a young…
