A spent flower head near UNM in its final season is the subject of my 11/10/25 postcard, each tiny dried pod peeled open to reveal slick, glossy black seeds. The structure radiates from the center like a botanical starburst, delicate yet precise. It’s nature’s architecture, still striking, with a story yet to be told.
My 04/05/26 postcard is fresh growth pushing out from the top of the cactus, soft…
At the Brent Baca Memorial Disc Golf Course, the land feels stripped down to its…
My 04/03/26 postcard is a handmade cloth figure, sitting with a quiet, thoughtful presence. His…
My 04/02/26 postcard comes from a front yard on California Street, a place I pass…
My 04/01/26 postcard is a small cluster of seed pods hanging from a thin branch,…
