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 09/21/26 postcard is a Curve-billed Thrasher I found among the cholla growing along a…
My 09/20/26 postcard is a Red Hesperaloe seedpod found in the landscaping at the Albuquerque…
My 09/19/26 postcard features a solitary man walking among the trees at the Gutierrez-Hubbell House…
My 09/18/26 postcard features a curve-billed thrasher that paused on a sun-warmed wall along Southern…
My 09/17/26 postcard is a roadrunner pausing atop a weathered flowerpot in a yard on…
My 09/16/26 postcard shows kids and adults dancing in a swirling sea of foam at…
