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.
While walking along Southern Boulevard, I came across a roadrunner and managed to get a…
While walking near Girard Blvd, I came across this sunflower well past its prime. Its…
While walking along Laguna Boulevard near the Albuquerque Country Club, my wife found this beautiful…
While walking through Nob Hill on Halloween, I spotted four skeletons climbing through the twisting…
I found my 10/30/26 postcard while walking around UNM. First, I saw a dragonfly that…
My 10/29/26 postcard shows a crow settling in the upper branches of a pine tree…
