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 04/28/26 postcard features a roadrunner near Hyder Park, taking off from its rock perch…
My 04/27/26 postcard is a Spanish broom bloom caught between opening and fading, its yellow…
My 04/26/26 postcard is a dried iris on Eastern Avenue, its petals curled and translucent,…
My 04/25/26 postcard comes from a small charity car show in an open lot near…
My 04/24/26 postcard comes from Bullhead Park, where a dog stands on a weathered stone…
My 04/23/26 postcard is a look inside a flower, revealing a warm space where light…
