My picture for 7/17 is one of several needles left in the alley behind my office. Every time I see a discarded needle it reminds me of the song “Sam Stone” by John Prine about a drug-addicted veteran with the refrain, “There’s a hole in daddy’s arm, where all the money goes”.
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,…
My 01/30/26 postcard is a dried flower head, stripped of color and life, that is…
