We walked along the Rio Grande this morning; it wasn’t flowing, it was barely holding on. The sight caught me off guard. My postcard subject for 07/17/25 turned up in Old Town, a morning glory still curled shut, its petals wrapped tight like a secret, just waiting for the lack of sun to unfold it again.
My 05/24/26 postcard is a bronze cat butler, bowl in hand, waiting with quiet dignity…
My 05/23/26 postcard comes from Ute Lake, where a canyon sits quietly while dark weather…
The view for my 05/22/26 postcard looks west along a bike trail in Albuquerque, where…
I found my 05/21/26 postcard near Altura Park, where I came across an old detour…
My 05/2026 postcard is a butterfly resting on a yellow flower near Alvarado Park, turning…
My 05/19/26 postcard is a small flower that caught my eye; it was growing out…
