The State Fair ended yesterday, this afternoon almost all the rides and booths were packed. The fair disrupts our neighborhood, but it’s worth all the aggravation. For over 50 years I’ve attended the state fair at least once and most years multiple times. My pictures for 9/17 is a carousel minus its steeds ready for hauling to the next town.
My 02/05/26 postcard is a crow working the winter grass at Memorial Park, stopping to…
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,…