For my 07/19/25 postcard, I found this blossom on Santa Clara Avenue at the end of its run, its petals faded and curled, barely hanging on. But what held me was its shape, still full and centered, as if it refused to let time erase its symmetry. There’s beauty here, just quieter now. You don’t have to be in bloom to be worth noticing.
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…
