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 05/24/26 postcard is a bronze cat butler, bowl in hand, waiting with quiet dignity…
My 05/23/26 postcard comes from Ute Lake, where a canyon sits quietly while dark weather…
The view for my 05/22/26 postcard looks west along a bike trail in Albuquerque, where…
I found my 05/21/26 postcard near Altura Park, where I came across an old detour…
My 05/2026 postcard is a butterfly resting on a yellow flower near Alvarado Park, turning…
My 05/19/26 postcard is a small flower that caught my eye; it was growing out…
