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 05/24/26 postcard is a bronze cat butler, bowl in hand, waiting with quiet dignity…
My 05/23/26 postcard comes from Ute Lake, where a canyon sits quietly while dark weather…
The view for my 05/22/26 postcard looks west along a bike trail in Albuquerque, where…
I found my 05/21/26 postcard near Altura Park, where I came across an old detour…
My 05/2026 postcard is a butterfly resting on a yellow flower near Alvarado Park, turning…
My 05/19/26 postcard is a small flower that caught my eye; it was growing out…
