We went to the Mountainair Sunflower Festival, where we walked the shops and booths. My picture for 08/28 is a Mountainair pianist in an old building turned art gallery. At one of the booths, we bought a bag of biscochitos made by an older woman from a recipe passed down for four generations. We (mostly me) ate the bag of biscochitos while walking the festival. When we went back to buy another bag, we were raving about how much we like them, that’s when we found out it was an old family recipe. She was proud of her family’s biscochitos, and rightly so.
My 04/19/26 postcard is a rose caught mid-opening, its petals layered with quiet precision and…
My 08/18/26 postcard is a group sitting across the street from the plaza, the noise…
I found my 04/17/26 postcard on Mountain Road. It was a rose, soft pink petals…
I found my postcard for 4/16/26 near UNM. A cactus flower, open and steady, its…
My 04/15/26 postcard is a roadrunner moving with quiet purpose along the sidewalk of Southern…
My 04/14/26 postcard features an onion blossom beginning to break free from its papery sheath,…
