My 01/07/26 postcard is a spent flower hanging from a curved stem, its petals wrinkled and heavy, still holding traces of pink and gold. The bloom bows under its own weight, not broken, just finished. The background dissolves into a warm blur, leaving the flower suspended in a moment of quiet surrender. It’s no longer blooming, but it hasn’t disappeared either, a small, honest record of time passing.
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…
My 01/28/26 postcard shows a dried leaf pierced and held by a yucca spike, its…
My 01/27/26 postcard captures a uniquely Albuquerque moment: a roadrunner sunning itself on the edge…
My 01/26/26 postcard comes from a yard across the street from Summit Park; it displays…
