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 01/22/26 postcard shows a raven on the sidewalk near Kiva Park, beak open mid-call,…
My 01/21/26 postcard comes from a yard on Morningside with a dried flower head opening…
My 01/20/26 postcard is a dried flower head I found near UNM. Its sharp, layered…
My 01/19/26 is a worn teddy bear resting against a tree stump in a front…
My 01/18/26 postcard captures a small hoverfly resting on the pad of a prickly pear…
My 01/17/26 postcard caught a roadrunner settled on a wooden fence along Grand Avenue, feathers…
