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.
While wandering through an antique store, I spotted a carved flying frog hanging from a…
My 07/12/26 postcard features a father and son spending a quiet Sunday morning together at…
With Albuquerque climbing to 100 degrees on a July afternoon, the swimming pool becomes the…
My 07/10/26 postcard is a little alien figure in an antique store on Menaul in…
My 07/09/26 postcard is a bee, its legs packed with bright yellow pollen, pausing on…
My 07/08/26 postcard shows a golfer making his way across the fairway at Rio Del…
