The subject of my 0/16/25 postcard is frayed at the tips, its petals curling inward, yet it still catches the light. The yellow florets at the center flare like sparks, a quiet fire still burning. There’s something defiant in how it holds on, worn but not done. A reminder that beauty doesn’t need perfection.
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…
My 02/15/26 postcard is a goose easing away from the shoreline at Tingley Beach, sliding…
My 02/14/26 postcard is a view of the Albuquerque rail yards, stretching across the foreground,…
My 02/13/26 postcard is a close-up of a tiny blossom on a bush, its fine,…
My 02/12/26 postcard comes from a yard just up the block and features a young…
