Every Christmas Eve, we gather in Old Town, a ritual that’s been a part of my life since I was a kid. It’s a shift from the last couple of years when we’d share a holiday meal; now, we stroll around the plaza, taking in the festive lights. For my postcard dated 12/24/23, I’m using an image in black and white from a window on Marble Ave, just a block away from the plaza’s cheerful glow.
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…
