Today, I ventured along the North Channel Trail from UNM—a path with stunning views but not a hint of shade. My 01/17/25 postcard captures graffiti beneath Menaul on the Embudo Channel. A swarm of planes and a puzzling Ronald McDonald caught my eye. Is it unfinished or intentionally cryptic? Either way, it’s fleeting—likely to vanish under grey paint from the city in a few months.
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…
