In my 08/29/25 postcard, a lone figure walks along the North Channel, burden slung over their shoulder, their shadow falling on the west slope. The narrow stream of water provides a fragile softness against the hard lines of the urban landscape. Processed as a painting, it’s a story of movement, solitude, and resilience.
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,…
