In an unkempt yard on La Veta Drive, where almost no grass remained, I noticed a stone sculpture of a woman, possibly a goddess. This intriguing piece became the focus of my 02/25/24 postcard. I pondered the importance of this sculpture to the homeowners. Did it hold religious meaning, or was it purely for artistic appreciation? And how did it come to find its place in this yard?
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,…
My 01/30/26 postcard is a dried flower head, stripped of color and life, that is…
