I found my 05/21/26 postcard near Altura Park, where I came across an old detour sign resting in shadow while the morning sunlight slipped through the trees and landed squarely on the word DETOUR. For a moment, it felt less like abandoned road equipment and more like a quiet message, a reminder that sometimes the path changes, whether we planned for it or not.
While walking through Albuquerque's Nob Hill neighborhood, I found my 07/02/26 postcard in an unusual…
While walking the acequia paths through Albuquerque's North Valley, we came across several small shrines…
My 06/30/26 postcard features a California helianthella opening to the morning light, its bright yellow…
We stopped at Alvarado Park for a drink of water when three roadrunners appeared, weaving…
While wandering through Albuquerque's Old Town neighborhood, we came across several artichokes in bloom, plants…
My 06/27/26 postcard is a wasp pausing atop the dark center of a black-eyed Susan,…
