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.
My 09/21/26 postcard is a Curve-billed Thrasher I found among the cholla growing along a…
My 09/20/26 postcard is a Red Hesperaloe seedpod found in the landscaping at the Albuquerque…
My 09/19/26 postcard features a solitary man walking among the trees at the Gutierrez-Hubbell House…
My 09/18/26 postcard features a curve-billed thrasher that paused on a sun-warmed wall along Southern…
My 09/17/26 postcard is a roadrunner pausing atop a weathered flowerpot in a yard on…
My 09/16/26 postcard shows kids and adults dancing in a swirling sea of foam at…
