For the last few years, we have hiked the volcanoes west of the city on Christmas Day. My 12/25/25 postcard is from the top of Vulcan, with the city stretched thin below, and the Sandias holding the horizon. It’s a moment of rest after the climb, but it’s also about the destination, and the act of stopping to take it all in.
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…
