My postcard for 05/13/22 is of a bird sitting in Ridgecrest Park. The scene brought to mind “Billy Stewart – Sitting In The Park,” something I hadn’t heard in years, so I searched for it and played it. Thirty years ago, I couldn’t imagine being able to pull up and listen to any song I wanted to hear while walking.
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…
My 01/29/26 postcard is a close black-and-white portrait of a roadrunner I found on Alvarado…
