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 06/11/26 postcard features a roadrunner along Inspiration Drive that paused long enough to grant…
Perched above Avenida La Resolana, a white-winged dove began to sing, drawing my attention upward.…
My 06/09/26 postcard features a yellow rosebud my wife found at the Albuquerque Rose Garden,…
My 06/08/26 postcard is a sparrow pausing atop a strand of barbed wire along the…
My 06/07/26 postcard features one of Albuquerque’s most recognizable landmarks. The Pit is where they…
My 06/06/26 postcard is a white-winged dove marching confidently along a wall, each step executed…
