My 12/03/25 postcard is a cluster of empty drink cans hanging from the bare branches of a winter tree near Zuni, each one wired on like an ornament. It feels accidental and intentional at the same time, a tiny gallery of what people leave behind, caught in the limbs of a tree that didn’t ask for any of it.
My 04/12/26 postcard features an iris we found in Old Town, standing in a bed…
I found my 04/10/26 postcard at the end of the block. A giant skeleton, dressed…
My 04/09/26 captures a wildflower past its moment, its petals curling inward as if retreating…
My 04/07/26 postcard captures a red poppy pushing up through a sidewalk crack near Lomas.…
