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 09/03/26 postcard features a pollen-covered bee resting on the sweeping golden petal of a…
My 09/02/26 postcard features heavy equipment tearing into Sumner Avenue; they have blocked the street…
My 09/01/26 postcard is an ant searching for nectar deep within the center of a…
My 08/31/26 postcard is a once-brilliant purple zinnia showing the marks of age and hot…
My 08/30/26 postcard is a bumblebee foraging among the purple sage along Central, in front…
My 08/29/26 postcard is based on a photograph I processed into a painting. It captures…
