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.
While walking through Albuquerque's Nob Hill neighborhood, I found my 07/02/26 postcard in an unusual…
While walking the acequia paths through Albuquerque's North Valley, we came across several small shrines…
My 06/30/26 postcard features a California helianthella opening to the morning light, its bright yellow…
We stopped at Alvarado Park for a drink of water when three roadrunners appeared, weaving…
While wandering through Albuquerque's Old Town neighborhood, we came across several artichokes in bloom, plants…
My 06/27/26 postcard is a wasp pausing atop the dark center of a black-eyed Susan,…
