The back panel of my computer, once humming with light and purpose, now sits quietly, a maze of ports and potential gone still. I had meant to use a picture of a wet morning glory for my postcard, something living and bright. Still, when the computer quit and took that image with it, this became the story instead: the silent aftermath of failure, the machine that held my day’s beauty turned into the subject itself for my 10/14/25 postcard.
My 11/14/25 postcard is a roadrunner perched on a utility box along Marble Avenue, its…
My 11/13/25 postcard features a Red Hesperaloe seed pod, its husk split open like an…
My 11/12/25 postcard is a curve-billed thrasher standing alert on a weather-beaten fence, its amber…
My 11/11/25 postcard features a black bird hunched over a scrap of food on a…
A spent flower head near UNM in its final season is the subject of my…
My 11/09/25 postcard features a purple zinnia, its petals slightly worn at the edges but…
