My 01/06/26 postcard is a roadrunner standing rigid on the edge of a wall on Summer Avenue, its body pitched forward, mouth open in a sharp, silent challenge. The bird has been interrupted. Its feathers lie tight against its body, the long tail stretched straight back, amplifying the sense of aggression and control. It’s a moment of alert dominance, not flight, but readiness.
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…
My 04/02/26 postcard comes from a front yard on California Street, a place I pass…
My 04/01/26 postcard is a small cluster of seed pods hanging from a thin branch,…
