My 07-25-25 postcard features a Western Tiger Swallowtail feeding at a mimosa blossom along Odlum Drive. It moved with a quiet grace, one of only three butterflies we’ve seen all summer. These sightings used to be common, almost expected, but now they feel like small miracles. Each one reminds me of what’s slipping away. The decline in butterflies isn’t just numbers; it’s the fading of everyday magic.
My 02/21/26 postcard is a dried bloom hanging suspended, its petals withdrawn and sharpened into…
My 02/20/26 postcard features a roadrunner perched on a weathered wooden beam along Inspiration Drive.…
My 02/19/26 postcard is a sunflower in a yard along Southern; the bloom is gone,…
My 02/17/26 postcard was found in the gutter near UNM, resting in the narrow strip…
My 02/16/26 postcard captures a thrasher near Ridgecrest Circle perched on red volcanic rock, its…
