My 04/05/26 postcard is fresh growth pushing out from the top of the cactus, soft at its core but already forming protective spines. The color shifts at the tips, showing both vitality and defense, life announcing itself for a desert landscape.

My 04/05/26 postcard is fresh growth pushing out from the top of the cactus, soft at its core but already forming protective spines. The color shifts at the tips, showing both vitality and defense, life announcing itself for a desert landscape. #Albuqerque

At the Brent Baca Memorial Disc Golf Course, the land feels stripped down to its bones, bleached trees, scattered debris, and a quiet broken only by the gunfire from the range. My 04/04/26 postcard is a small arrangement of chairs and a person claiming a piece of comfort where none should exist.

At the Brent Baca Memorial Disc Golf Course, the land feels stripped down to its bones, bleached trees, scattered debris, and a quiet broken only by the gunfire from the range. My 04/04/26 postcard is a small arrangement of chairs and a person claiming a piece of comfort where none should exist.

My 04/03/26 postcard is a handmade cloth figure, sitting with a quiet, thoughtful presence. His blue eyes pull you in, contrasting with his yarn hair and aged fabric. My wife found him in an Albuquerque antique store on Central; he felt like a character with a past, about to regale us with a tall tale.

My 04/03/26 postcard is a handmade cloth figure, sitting with a quiet, thoughtful presence. His blue eyes pull you in, contrasting with his yarn hair and aged fabric. My wife found him in an Albuquerque antique store on Central; he felt like a character with a past, about to regale us with a tale.

My 04/02/26 postcard comes from a front yard on California Street, a place I pass by regularly. The cactus opened into this sudden burst of color. For a moment, the ordinary gave way, reminding me how much things change with the seasons.

My 04/02/26 postcard comes from a front yard on California Street, a place I pass by regularly. The cactus opened into this sudden burst of color. For a moment, the ordinary gave way, reminding me how much things change with the seasons. #Albuquerque

My 04/01/26 postcard is a small cluster of seed pods hanging from a thin branch, each one covered in fine, almost invisible hairs that catch the light just enough to reveal their texture. It’s the kind of detail easy to pass by, but worth stopping for.

My 04/01/26 postcard is a small cluster of seed pods hanging from a thin branch, each one covered in fine, almost invisible hairs that catch the light just enough to reveal their texture. It’s the kind of detail easy to pass by, but worth stopping for. #Albuquerque

I found the subject for my 03/31/26 postcard along the walk at the New Mexico Veterans Memorial, its orange petals opening for the spring weather. It felt simple and steady, witnessed, before the day moved on.

I found the subject for my 03/31/26 postcard along the walk at the New Mexico Veterans Memorial, its orange petals opening for the spring weather. It felt simple and steady, witnessed, before the day moved on.

I didn’t get out until late in the day, but I still found this butterfly at Bullhead Park for my 03/30/26 postcard. It settled on a cluster of white blooms. I rushed for the shot, but it didn’t seem rushed, just color resting on color for a moment before moving on.

I didn’t get out until late in the day, but I still found this butterfly at Bullhead Park for my 03/30/26 postcard. It settled on a cluster of white blooms. I rushed for the shot, but it didn’t seem rushed, just color resting on color for a moment before moving on. #Albuqueruqe

My 03/29/26 postcard comes from inside the Kiwanis Cabin at the top of Sandia Crest, looking out over Albuquerque stretched far below. With the road to the top set to close for the next couple of years, this view carries a little more weight. Knowing that to reach this spot again, you will need to take the tram or make a long climb.

My 03/29/26 postcard comes from inside the Kiwanis Cabin at the top of Sandia Crest, looking out over Albuquerque stretched far below. With the road to the top set to close for the next couple of years, this view carries a little more weight.

My 03/28/26 postcard is a lone marcher moving along the edge of Montgomery Park, carrying both the American flag in distress and an Albuquerque banner behind him. While the crowd gathers in the distance, he walks apart from it, turning a large public protest into something quieter and more personal.

My 03/28/26 postcard is a lone marcher moving along the edge of Montgomery Park, carrying both the American flag in distress and an Albuquerque banner behind him. While the crowd gathers in the distance, he walks apart from it, turning a large public protest into something quieter and more personal.

My 03/27/26 postcard is a welded figure sitting quietly in a yard on Kentucky Avenue, its eyes catching the light as if it had been watching me walk past. It had personality, and just enough mystery to make me stop. I changed the background to match how I imagined it.

My 03/27/26 postcard is a welded figure sitting quietly in a yard on Kentucky Avenue, its eyes catching the light as if it had been watching me walk past. It had personality, and just enough mystery to make me stop. I changed the background to match how I imagined it. #Albuquerque

My 03/26/26 postcard comes from Summit Park, where a child leans into the swing, while a steady hand at her back keeps the rhythm going, one of those small, ordinary moments where trust, motion, and attention all meet without needing to be said.

My 03/26/26 postcard comes from Summit Park, where a child leans into the swing, while a steady hand at her back keeps the rhythm going, one of those small, ordinary moments where trust, motion, and attention all meet without needing to be said. #Albuquerque

My 03/25/26 postcard is a bee working on a lavender bloom. Bees and lavender are about as natural a pairing as you’ll find. The image displays a system that’s been refined for millions of years, which is probably why it feels so right when you see it.

My 03/25/26 postcard is a bee working on a lavender bloom. Bees and lavender are about as natural a pairing as you’ll find. The image displays a system that’s been refined for millions of years, which is probably why it feels so right when you see it. #Albuquerque

I found the subject of my 03/24/26 postcard peaking over the wall on Natalie Avenue, a group of buds at different stages of development rising along a single stem, anchored by a tightly clustered pod at the center. The image is about the quiet process of bush altering structure, its growth, and the changes held in a single instant.

I found the subject of my 03/24/26 postcard peaking over the wall on Natalie Avenue, a group of buds at different stages of development rising along a single stem, anchored by a tightly clustered pod at the center. #Albuquerque

My 03/23/26 postcard comes from the doorway of Our Lady of Perpetual Help. This figure presents a quiet, weathered depiction of Christ on the cross, his head bowed beneath a crown of thorns. I processed the image as a painting to emphasize its emotional impact, hoping to create a moment of reflection.

My 03/23/26 postcard comes from the doorway of Our Lady of Perpetual Help. This figure presents a quiet, weathered depiction of Christ on the cross, his head bowed beneath a crown of thorns. I processed the image as a painting to emphasize its emotional impact. #Albuquerque

Doves are difficult to photograph; any attention sends them to a safer perch. My 03/22/26 postcard is a portrait of a dove, its orange eye, ringed in blue, pulling you in with quiet awareness, the same awareness that makes them so hard to capture.

Doves are difficult to photograph; any attention sends them to a safer perch. My 03/22/26 postcard is a portrait of a dove, its orange eye, ringed in blue, pulling you in with quiet awareness, the same awareness that makes them so hard to capture. #Albuquerque

My 03/21/26 postcard features a honeybee, a small ball of pollen tucked against its leg, working a white blossom. The scene repeated itself across a small bush along Vassar Drive on this unusually warm spring day.

My 03/21/26 postcard features a honeybee, a small ball of pollen tucked against its leg, working a white blossom. The scene repeated itself across a small bush along Vassar Drive on this unusually warm spring day. #Albuquerque

My 03/20/26 postcard features a single dandelion at Bullhead Park, unfolding like a small sun against a softened green backdrop. The warmer days have scattered these small bits of sunshine across the park.

My 03/20/26 postcard features a single dandelion at Bullhead Park, unfolding like a small sun against a softened green backdrop. The warmer days have scattered these small bits of sunshine across the park. #Albuquerque

My 03/19/26 postcard is a cluster of early spring growth pushing out from a weathered branch along Palomas Drive, its surface textured with tiny, bead-like forms just beginning to separate and expand. The outer sheath is splitting back, with a dense interior that hasn’t fully revealed what it will become, caught in that brief moment before opening.

My 03/19/26 postcard is a cluster of early spring growth pushing out from a weathered branch along Palomas Drive, its surface textured with tiny, bead-like forms just beginning to separate and expand. #Albuquerque

My 03/18/26 postcard features a single daffodil opening against a dark background, its white petals edged with a subtle glow that lifts it out of the shadows. The yellow center burns softly at the heart of the flower, simple, elegant, and fully present.

My 03/18/26 postcard features a single daffodil opening against a dark background, its white petals edged with a subtle glow that lifts it out of the shadows. The yellow center burns softly at the heart of the flower, simple, elegant, and fully present. #Albuquerque

My 03/17/26 postcard comes from the bike trail west of San Mateo, where a lone crow settled onto the fence, standing in a quiet setting just off the freeway, with the cars' sounds blurring into a distant hum. The scene felt suspended between movement and stillness, traffic rushing past unnoticed, except for the bird that seems to be watching it all.

My 03/17/26 postcard comes from the bike trail west of San Mateo, where a lone crow settled onto the fence, standing in a quiet setting just off the freeway, with the cars' sounds blurring into a distant hum. #Albuquerque

My 03/16/26 postcard is a dried seed head. Its points radiate outward from a darker core, forming a nearly spherical pattern that feels both botanical and abstract. In black and white, the image becomes a study of texture and symmetry. The result is a quiet portrait of a flower long past its bloom but still rich with structure and form.

My 03/16/26 postcard is a dried seed head. In black and white, the image becomes a study of texture and symmetry. The result is a quiet portrait of a flower long past its bloom but still rich with structure and form. #Albuquerque

My 03/15/26 postcard captures a stem of violet blossoms stretching diagonally, each flower at a different stage of opening. The purple stands out against a soft background, creating a quiet study of spring unfolding, buds still tight at one end while colorful petals begin to open along the way.

My 03/15/26 postcard captures a stem of blossoms stretching diagonally, each flower at a different stage of opening. The purple stands out against a soft background, creating a quiet study of spring unfolding, buds tight at one end while colorful petals begin to open along the way. #Albuquerque

My 03/14/26 postcard is a tree bud just beginning to open, revealing a cluster of tightly packed blossoms still hidden inside their protective shell. The soft green buds hint at the flowers waiting to emerge, capturing the quiet moment when spring is about to reveal itself.

My 03/14/26 postcard is a tree bud just beginning to open, revealing a cluster of tightly packed blossoms still hidden inside their protective shell. The soft green buds hint at the flowers waiting to emerge, capturing the quiet moment when spring is about to reveal itself. #Albuquerque

My 03/13/26 postcard is a cluster of blossoms in Bullhead Park, forming a quiet circle of white petals and magenta centers. Up close, they look delicate and beautiful, almost like tiny porcelain flowers arranged in a crown. But lean in too far, and the illusion breaks; the blossoms carry a sharp, unpleasant scent that feels strangely out of place beside their gentle appearance, a reminder that nature doesn’t always match our expectations.

My 03/13/26 postcard is a cluster of blossoms in Bullhead Park, forming a quiet circle of white petals and magenta centers. Up close, they look delicate and beautiful, almost like tiny porcelain flowers arranged in a crown. #Albuquerque

The warm weather brought the subject of my 03/12/26 postcard: A cluster of small yellow flowers near Morningside, which spread across the frame like a delicate constellation. The image is processed into a painterly abstraction, transforming the patch of flowers into a study of light, texture, and form.

The warm weather brought the subject of my 03/12/26 postcard: A cluster of small yellow flowers near Morningside, which spread across the frame like a delicate constellation. The image is processed into a painterly abstraction, transforming the flowers into a study of texture and form. #Albuquerque

My 03/11/26 postcard is a wooden figure standing quietly in an antique shop window along Central, its cracked paint and worn surface revealing years of age and exposure. The carved, calm expression and battered texture give it the feeling of a small survivor from another time, patiently waiting to be noticed again.

My 03/11/26 postcard depicts a wooden figure standing quietly in an antique shop window along Central, its cracked paint and worn surface revealing its age. The carved, expression, and battered texture give it the feeling of a small survivor from another time, patiently waiting to be noticed again.

My 03/10/26 postcard shows a honeybee working a pale lavender blossom near Constitution, its wings suspended as it gathers nectar. This painterly version of the image turns a fleeting moment of pollination into a study of nature at work.

My 03/10/26 postcard shows a honeybee working a pale lavender blossom near Constitution, its wings suspended as it gathers nectar. This painterly version of the image turns a fleeting moment of pollination into a study of nature at work.

My 03/09/26 postcard shows a strange duo standing on the rooftop of a house on Girard Boulevard in Albuquerque. The scene feels like a forgotten roadside curiosity, part science fiction, part desert folklore, captured as if it were an old photograph from another time.

My 03/09/26 postcard shows a strange duo standing on the rooftop of a house on Girard Boulevard in Albuquerque. The scene feels like a forgotten roadside curiosity, part science fiction, part desert folklore, captured as if it were an old photograph from another time.

My 03/08/26 postcard is a metal hub sitting at the center of a web of curved spokes that radiate outward like a mechanical sun. In black and white, the textures of corrosion and worn metal stand out against the soft background, giving the industrial structure an almost bloom-like presence.

My 03/08/26 postcard is a metal hub sitting at the center of a web of curved spokes that radiate outward like a mechanical sun. In black and white, the textures of corrosion and worn metal stand out against the soft background, giving the structure an almost bloom-like presence. #Albuquerque

My 03/07/26 postcard shows graffiti on the concrete wall of the dry Bear Canyon drainage channel along an Albuquerque bike trail. The trails in the northern part of the city offer wide views of the Sandias, the volcanoes, and the unexpected gallery of graffiti on arroyo walls.

My 03/07/26 postcard shows graffiti on the concrete wall of the dry Bear Canyon drainage channel along an Albuquerque bike trail. The trails in the northern part of the city offer wide views of the Sandias, the volcanoes, and the unexpected gallery of graffiti on arroyo walls.