The wind’s chill forced me to add an extra layer to fend off the freezing air. Although the extra layer caused me to sweat, it was a small price to pay compared to the discomfort of being exposed to frigid gusts. On Alvarado Drive, I saw a yard filled with Red Hesperaloe seed pods delicately blanketed with dusting from the storm. My postcard for 02/08/23 is one of those seed pods crowned with a fresh coat of soon-to-be-gone snow.
My 02/05/26 postcard is a crow working the winter grass at Memorial Park, stopping to…
My 02/04/26 postcard is a withered sunflower head hanging heavy at the end of its…
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,…
