My 01/04/26 postcard is a man kneeling at the edge of Washington Street, carefully tending a painted curb layered with color and flowers. The setting is rough and ordinary, but his attention transforms it into something sacred. There’s no audience, no announcement, just the steady work of creating beauty for his world.
My 01/06/26 postcard is a roadrunner standing rigid on the edge of a wall on…
My 01/05/26 postcard is a split seed pod from a red hesperaloe, its thick, textured…
My 01/03/26 postcard comes from the flea market on the fairgrounds. It's a worn doll…
My 01/01/26 postcard is a roadrunner pausing along Inspiration Drive on a weathered rail, balanced…
My 12/31/25 postcard is a lone sandhill crane crossing the winter field at Los Poblanos…
