I remember reading 1984 as a teenager and being creeped out at the thought of being watched all the time. Now its something I’ve grown to expect whenever I’m out in public. Most businesses and many of my neighbors have cameras that start filming with any movement. My picture for 10/30 is a security camera watching the front entryway of the building where I keep my office.
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,…