My 02/01/26 postcard is shards of broken glass embedded in the soil at Albuquerque’s Glass Graveyard, the remains of a former city landfill active from 1920 to 1948. Repeated fires burned away organic waste, leaving behind a dense field of glass fragments, sharp, dulled, and weathered, now exposed at the surface. What was once refuse has become an artifact, a textured record of time and abandonment.
My 04/08/26 is a rose that opened ahead of its time, drawn out by warmth…
My 04/07/26 postcard captures a red poppy pushing up through a sidewalk crack near Lomas.…
My 04/06/26 postcard comes from the landscaping near Trader Joe’s, a bee works its way…
My 04/05/26 postcard is fresh growth pushing out from the top of the cactus, soft…
At the Brent Baca Memorial Disc Golf Course, the land feels stripped down to its…
My 04/03/26 postcard is a handmade cloth figure, sitting with a quiet, thoughtful presence. His…
