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 07/22/26 postcard features a Black-eyed Susan at the end of its blooming cycle. Its…
My 07/21/26 postcard features an Apache plume catching the afternoon light along Silver Avenue in…
My 07/20/26 postcard features a mature sunflower hanging gracefully over a wall on Claremont Avenue…
We walked a busy bike path next to Tingley Beach, with bikes racing past us…
My 07/18/26 postcard comes from the Route 66 Summerfest, a centennial event for Albuquerque. A…
My 07/17/26 postcard is a coneflower I found down the block. Its bright petals have…
