My 03/11/26 postcard is a wooden figure standing quietly in an antique shop window along Central, its cracked paint and worn surface revealing years of age and exposure. The carved, calm expression and battered texture give it the feeling of a small survivor from another time, patiently waiting to be noticed again.
While walking through Albuquerque's Nob Hill neighborhood, I found my 07/02/26 postcard in an unusual…
While walking the acequia paths through Albuquerque's North Valley, we came across several small shrines…
My 06/30/26 postcard features a California helianthella opening to the morning light, its bright yellow…
We stopped at Alvarado Park for a drink of water when three roadrunners appeared, weaving…
While wandering through Albuquerque's Old Town neighborhood, we came across several artichokes in bloom, plants…
My 06/27/26 postcard is a wasp pausing atop the dark center of a black-eyed Susan,…
