We noticed a curious sight as we walked through the neighborhood of Nob Hill on our way to indulge in some delicious tortillas at the Frontier. Among the older homes was a strange tree face, accompanied by a sign that warned of an “attack duck” and the potential to get eaten. I couldn’t resist using this scene for my 02/25/23 postcard. Seeing playful and imaginative ways in which people express themselves is always delightful.
My 02/05/26 postcard is a crow working the winter grass at Memorial Park, stopping to…
My 02/04/26 postcard is a withered sunflower head hanging heavy at the end of its…
My 02/03/26 postcard is a torn prickly pear fruit, its skin split wide to reveal…
My 02/02/26 postcard is a Monday morning on Nob Hill, the city easing itself awake.…
My 02/01/26 postcard is shards of broken glass embedded in the soil at Albuquerque’s Glass…
My 01/31/26 postcard is a rolled, weathered leaf that was still attached to the tree,…
