My 03-07-24 postcard features a sight I encountered along Ridgecrest Drive, just south of Siesta Hills: a series of fence posts adorned with meticulously stacked stones. This practice, which I discovered can serve as a form of meditation depending on the context and the creator’s intention, offered a thought-provoking visual along the otherwise ordinary path.
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,…
My 01/30/26 postcard is a dried flower head, stripped of color and life, that is…
My 01/29/26 postcard is a close black-and-white portrait of a roadrunner I found on Alvarado…
