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.
While walking along Southern Boulevard, I came across a roadrunner and managed to get a…
While walking near Girard Blvd, I came across this sunflower well past its prime. Its…
While walking along Laguna Boulevard near the Albuquerque Country Club, my wife found this beautiful…
While walking through Nob Hill on Halloween, I spotted four skeletons climbing through the twisting…
I found my 10/30/26 postcard while walking around UNM. First, I saw a dragonfly that…
My 10/29/26 postcard shows a crow settling in the upper branches of a pine tree…
