My 09/28/25 postcard features a sunflower on Crest Avenue that is in decline, its once-bright petals wilted and curling, yet still holding a quiet beauty in its fading form. #Albuquerque

We walked to the Harvest Festival in Corrales, and my wife found a rose near the library I used for my 09/27/25 postcard. It was caught between bud and bloom, its petals flushed with fire and touched by rain. Beauty held in pause, that fleeting moment before opening to the world. #Albuquerque

My 09/26/25 postcard features a prickly pear pad near Vassar Drive, pierced by an unknown visitor, perhaps an insect, rodent, or human hand, bearing its wound like a badge. The spines still guard it fiercely, yet the hollow tells the story of survival and intrusion. #Albuquerque

My 09/25/25 postcard features a tree on Georgia Street, enhanced with crystalline tree resin. Each delicate drip catches the light, glistening like nature's own glasswork, suspended between solid and liquid. #Albuquerque

My 09/24/25 postcard features a single bloom found on Trumbull Avenue, rendered in grayscale, its heart still glowing with warmth, reminding us that even in muted tones, a spark of light remains. #Albuquerque

My 09/23/25 postcard features a purple zinnia I found on Solano Drive, its petals circling a vibrant heart with a touch of yellow, a simple yet striking reminder of nature’s artistry. #Albuquerque

My 09/22/25 postcard features a withered flower from a yard along Mountain Road, standing in quiet dignity, its once-bright petals now curled and brown. It captures the haunting beauty of change, reminding us that even in fading, there is grace. #Albuquerque

My 09/21/25 postcard is a sunflower on Idlewilde Lane in full bloom, its golden petals radiating outward against a soft, muted backdrop, capturing the simple brilliance of late summer’s light. #Albuquerque

My 09/20/25 postcard features a roadrunner on San Joaquin Avenue standing on a stucco wall, its feathers catching the sun, embodying the spirit of the Southwest: alert, resilient, and uniquely tied to Albuquerque’s urban landscape.

My 09/19/25 postcard features a honeybee I found on Aspen Avenue gathering pollen from a white bloom, offering an intimate glimpse of nature’s quiet industry and the beauty of life’s routines.

My 09/18/25 postcard captures a striking blue flower on Mountain Road, its petals curling outward to reveal a geometric green center. The flower’s bold edges against the muted background call attention to its form, reminding us that simplicity often carries unexpected depth. #Albuquerque

My 09/17/25 features a roadrunner on Smith Avenue, pausing for a drink from a weathered blue dish, with curiosity in its posture and patience in its eyes, a small story of life finding refreshment in an Albuquerque neighborhood.

My 09/16/25 postcard features a sunflower standing against the soft blur of leaves and stems, its golden petals reaching outward like sunbeams. A simple reminder that beauty often lies in what stands steady and unshaken. #Albuquerque

My 09/15/25 postcard captures a morning glory just before it opens, its petals folded tight like a secret not yet spoken. Against the black background, every vein, hair, and hint of color glows, holding the quiet promise of dawn. #Albuquerque

My 09-14-25 is a sunflower past its prime on Anderson Ave, the stem arched downward, its head textured with dried husks. The removal of color emphasizes form and texture, turning the flower’s decline into a quiet study of grace and impermanence. #Albuqeurque

My 09/13/25 postcard captures a tender moment at the Renaissance Fair in Santa Fe: the troll at the bridge kneels to speak with a young girl clutching her teddy bear. Fantasy meets childhood wonder, and the magic feels real.

My 09/12/25 postcard captures a striking caterpillar crawling along a stem near Bullhead Park, its bold red, black, and white markings standing out against the soft blur of the background. It’s a small but vivid spectacle of nature’s design. #Albuquerque

My 09/11/25 features a vibrant zinnia open in full bloom on Morningside, its layered petals glowing with warmth while golden stamens form a striking center. As we progress later into the season, there are fewer flowers to capture my attention. #Albuquerque

My 09/10/25 postcard captures the bustling heart of the New Mexico State Fair, where families and friends crowd the tree-lined avenue, the air alive with the sounds of celebration. I’ve loved the fair since childhood and have gone every year. It may not be what it once was, but it’s still worth it.

My 09/09/25 postcard features a morning glory unfurled against a chain-link fence on Alvarado Drive, its petals glowing with light from within, a fragile burst of color framed and held by the fence around it.

My 09/08/25 postcard is made from the image of a sunflower I found on Adams Street. I processed it as a painting because it felt more personal, not just what you saw, but how it felt, making it almost impressionistic, with the sunflower as the anchor in a dreamy environment. #Albuquerque

My 09/07/25 postcard captures a fleeting visitor along Crest Ave, a small yellow bird perched on a sunflower stem, its feathers glinting in the light. Shy and restless, they rarely stay when I’m nearby, but today, this one paused just long enough. #Albuquerque

My 09/06/25 postcard comes from the New Mexico State Fair parade, where two men are riding in a gleaming lowrider, sunlight catching the chrome. It’s a snapshot of Albuquerque’s culture, style, pride, and community rolling down Central in celebration of the fair.

My 09/05/25 postcard features a dog sitting framed in a window on Rita Drive, ears alert, eyes steady, embodying patience and quiet watchfulness. It’s a portrait of curiosity for the world on the other side of the glass.

My 09/04/25 postcard features a flower I found across the street from Altura Park, glowing against a soft background. Its golden center is alive with energy, while the petal edges shimmer with a white contrast, creating an image of boldness set against quiet. #Albuquerque

My 09/03/25 postcard comes from Quincy Street, where, perched on a sunlit wall, were twin guardians, their golden fur glowing in the light, their eyes steady as if guarding their world. Side by side, they radiated loyalty and calm, a portrait of steadfast companionship. #Albuquerque

My 09/02/25 postcard features a squash blossom as it stretches wide into the light, every vein etched like sunlight captured in cloth. Its vivid glow holds the warmth of the day itself, a fleeting sun resting on a fragile stem. #Albuquerque

My 09/01/25 postcard is a single morning glory leaning into the light, its violet petals dusted with specks. The bloom feels both delicate and defiant, a fleeting reminder of how beauty can thrive in the quiet edges of the day. #Albuquerque

My 08/31/25 postcard is a flower we found near the Albuquerque Country Club in its final days, bending with quiet resilience, its petals glowing like embers: red, and fading to purple. Time has worn it down, yet in decline it reveals a different kind of beauty, fierce and fleeting. #Albuquerque

My 8/30/25 postcard is a thrift store find on Central, a carved figure with wings and antennae, eyes fixed on a tiny wooden bee. A child’s daydream caught in wood, a small reminder of how even the simplest objects can hold whole stories. #Albuquerque

In my 08/29/25 postcard, a lone figure walks along the North Channel, burden slung over their shoulder, their shadow falling on the west slope. The narrow stream of water provides a fragile softness against the hard lines of the urban landscape. #Albuquerque

My 08/28/25 postcard is a sunflower, where its bloom has bowed to time; its once-bright face now a textured mosaic of seeds and brittle husk, with a curled petal clinging at the edges, reminders of the flower’s former radiance. #Albuquerque

My 08/27/25 postcard features a golden ornament that rested along Constitution among scattered rocks, its polished surface bending the world into a curved reflection. In its mirrored skin, you find me, the photographer framed by sky, trees, and earth, all drawn into a circular stage. #Albuquerque

My 08/24/23 postcard features an image of a morning I discovered on San Joaquin Ave and processed into a painting. At its center, the soft white stamen rises, glowing against the darker hues like a spark sheltered within, an abstract study of color and light. #Albuquerque

My 08/23/25 postcard comes from Mountainair, where the spirit of the Sunflower festival shines in many ways. A family dressed head to toe in sunflower prints makes their way down Main Street, each step a little parade of color. The flowers bloomed on fabric, on hats, and on little dresses.

My 08/22/25 postcard is a sunflower on Alvarado Drive, its once-bright petals curling and falling away, leaving behind the textured heart of seeds. The bloom is no longer radiant, but there’s a quiet beauty in its decline, an echo of the light it once held. #Albuquerque

On Summer Ave, this sunflower no longer faces the sun, but its downward curve and glowing crown tell a softer, more lasting story for my 08/21/25 postcard. #Albuquerque

Along Summer Ave, I spotted a carpenter bee mid-feed, clinging to a crimson bloom. It gleamed like obsidian, heavy, strong, yet somehow gentle, as it balanced on petals too delicate to bear such weight—my 09/20/25 postcard. #Albuquerque

While walking along Solano Drive, this blossom caught my attention and became the image for my 08/19/25 postcard. It’s not flawless; some petals curl, but it stands tall, centered in its world, vibrant and unashamed. The violet has deepened with age, and the yellow core still burns bright.

My 08/18/25 postcard is a beetle clad in gleaming armor and crouched on the edge of a leaf; it looks less like a garden visitor and more like a relic of another age. #Albuqueruqe

While we were walking along Mountain Road, my wife spotted a bee working its way through the lavender. This bee became my 08/17/25 postcard. Sometimes beauty doesn’t need to shout; it just lands, does its work, and moves on.

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. #Albuquerque

My 08/15/25 postcard features a blossom lifting itself toward the morning sun, its ruffled petals catching the light. Above it, just for a blink, a small insect hovers, drawn to the flower’s pollen. Some days, you don’t chase the moment; it happens right in front of you.

My 08/14/25 postcard is a single foxtail leaning into the light, its fine hair showing against the muted background. Tiny seeds nestle along the stalk, giving it a quiet shimmer. It’s a study in softness and subtlety, an everyday plant, elevated by being seen.

My 08/13/25 postcard is a zinnia, its petals stretching open, some wearing a faint blush of lavender at the base. It’s the kind of beauty that feels both fleeting and patient, caught between the promise of what’s to come and right now. #Albquerque

My 08/12/25 is a single sunflower that stands tall, its golden petals catching the soft light. Behind it, a dreamy wash of color turns the world into a painting, summer distilled into a single, glowing face.

My 08/11/25 features a bee, its wings poised like translucent sails. It buries itself into the bloom, gathering nature’s treasure one sip at a time. In the sunlight, every hair seems alive, part of a silent exchange that has sustained the earth for millions of years, work both humble and essential.

My 08/10/25 postcard finds a bloom long past its prime, its petals curled and brittle. Yet in black and white, each wrinkle becomes a mark of grace, proof that beauty lingers, even as time quietly claims it. #Albuquerque

My 08/09/25 postcard captures a small beetle wandering the heart of a sunflower along Anderson Ave, its dark shape framed by a sea of yellow petals. A fleeting moment of usually unnoticed summer life, caught in warm light. #Albuquerque

My 08/08/25 postcard is a ghost bike spotted in Burton Park, flowers wrapped around a white frame, a name, a life, a loss, born in 1960, gone this year. I never knew the rider, but someone cared. It's a place where a cyclist lost their life, a quiet reminder to pay attention. #Albuquerque