While walking down Aspen Avenue, just before San Mateo, I found a pecan tree. The branches filled with pecans, a bounty waiting for harvest. Each time I pass, I can’t help but feel a twinge of sadness as I consider all those pecans going to waste. My postcard for 02/06/23 is three pecans still on the tree in black and white.
For the last few years, we have hiked the volcanoes west of the city on…
Every Christmas Eve, my family journeys to Albuquerque’s Old Town, where the subject of my…
The subject of my 12/23/25 postcard surprised me in the VA landscaping: a ladybug clinging…
My 12/22/25 postcard features a single dried seed hanging from a bare branch, holding in…
My 12-21-25 postcard is a faceless figure standing frozen in a movie prop studio during…
My 12/20/25 postcard comes from the Pueblo Gingerbread House Contest, where a small, handmade figure…
