Chuck Arning
@arning.com
Since 2017, I’ve made it a daily ritual to take photos, capturing small moments that might otherwise go unnoticed. Each day, I select one image to share as a postcard—a way to pause, reflect, and mark time.
My 11/27/25 postcard features a lone watermelon sitting in a yard along Ridgecrest, its green stripes glowing against the dull browns of dried leaves and spent vines. Everything around it has surrendered to the season, but the fruit itself looks stubborn. #Albuquerque
November 28, 2025 at 2:19 AM
My 11/27/25 postcard features a lone watermelon sitting in a yard along Ridgecrest, its green stripes glowing against the dull browns of dried leaves and spent vines. Everything around it has surrendered to the season, but the fruit itself looks stubborn. #Albuquerque
My 11/26/25 postcard features a single deep-red leaf, its surface full of tiny ridges and wrinkles that catch the light like woven fabric. The veins glow, branching out like cracks in old paint. The edges are worn and nibbled, giving the sense of a season just about to let go. #Albuquerque
November 26, 2025 at 8:42 PM
My 11/26/25 postcard features a single deep-red leaf, its surface full of tiny ridges and wrinkles that catch the light like woven fabric. The veins glow, branching out like cracks in old paint. The edges are worn and nibbled, giving the sense of a season just about to let go. #Albuquerque
My 11/25/25 postcard features a dried, weathered flower head standing in a yard along Cardenas Drive. The black-and-white treatment pulls all the attention to the textures: the brittle petals, the spiked center, the quiet collapse of a bloom at the end of its season. #Albuquerque
November 25, 2025 at 10:29 PM
My 11/25/25 postcard features a dried, weathered flower head standing in a yard along Cardenas Drive. The black-and-white treatment pulls all the attention to the textures: the brittle petals, the spiked center, the quiet collapse of a bloom at the end of its season. #Albuquerque
My 11/24/25 postcard comes from the third story of the Domenici Center, looking north toward the Jemez Mountains. Soft clouds drift overhead, giving the scene a distinctness over distance you only get on a clear, cold New Mexico day. #Albuquerque
November 25, 2025 at 1:20 AM
My 11/24/25 postcard comes from the third story of the Domenici Center, looking north toward the Jemez Mountains. Soft clouds drift overhead, giving the scene a distinctness over distance you only get on a clear, cold New Mexico day. #Albuquerque
My 11/23/25 postcard is a once-bright flower I found on Ridgecrest before a hailstorm forced me to pack up my camera. It hangs on at the end of the season, its magenta petals curling inward and fading. #Albuquerque
November 23, 2025 at 9:09 PM
My 11/23/25 postcard is a once-bright flower I found on Ridgecrest before a hailstorm forced me to pack up my camera. It hangs on at the end of the season, its magenta petals curling inward and fading. #Albuquerque
My 11/22/25 postcard shows a crowded shelf of religious statues and relics in an antique shop along Central. The overlapping figures create a dense tapestry of devotion and memory, processed to feel like a painting. It’s a quiet look at belief, with price tags attached. #Allbuquerque
November 23, 2025 at 12:26 AM
My 11/22/25 postcard shows a crowded shelf of religious statues and relics in an antique shop along Central. The overlapping figures create a dense tapestry of devotion and memory, processed to feel like a painting. It’s a quiet look at belief, with price tags attached. #Allbuquerque
My 11/21/25 postcard features a crow sitting atop a weathered light pole on Southern Avenue, its silhouette sharp against a pale, overcast sky. The bird holds something small in its beak while claiming the high ground on a quiet, gray day. #Albuquerque
November 21, 2025 at 6:13 PM
My 11/21/25 postcard features a crow sitting atop a weathered light pole on Southern Avenue, its silhouette sharp against a pale, overcast sky. The bird holds something small in its beak while claiming the high ground on a quiet, gray day. #Albuquerque
It was a rainy day, and my 11/20/25 postcard is a yellow flower hanging on at the end of the season, its petals curled, torn, and weathered by wind and time. A small reminder that beauty doesn’t disappear when things fade; it just changes form. #Albuquerque
November 21, 2025 at 1:10 AM
It was a rainy day, and my 11/20/25 postcard is a yellow flower hanging on at the end of the season, its petals curled, torn, and weathered by wind and time. A small reminder that beauty doesn’t disappear when things fade; it just changes form. #Albuquerque
My 11/19/25 postcard features a single bloom I found in Altura Park, a white flower washed with magenta along each petal’s edge, as if someone had hand-painted a border. #Albuquerque
November 19, 2025 at 10:18 PM
My 11/19/25 postcard features a single bloom I found in Altura Park, a white flower washed with magenta along each petal’s edge, as if someone had hand-painted a border. #Albuquerque
My 11/18/25 postcard is a tight, almost engineered look at a yucca, its long, narrow blades fanning outward in a radial pattern. The tones and fine serrations give it a metallic, sculpted feel, both calm and dangerous at once. #Albuquerque
November 18, 2025 at 11:23 PM
My 11/18/25 postcard is a tight, almost engineered look at a yucca, its long, narrow blades fanning outward in a radial pattern. The tones and fine serrations give it a metallic, sculpted feel, both calm and dangerous at once. #Albuquerque
My 11/17/25 is a spent sunflower that hangs on its curved stem, the last of its seeds clinging together in a dark cluster. The curling green-yellow tips show the season’s final color, while tiny dew drops catch the light like quiet punctuation marks. #Albuquerque
November 17, 2025 at 10:39 PM
My 11/17/25 is a spent sunflower that hangs on its curved stem, the last of its seeds clinging together in a dark cluster. The curling green-yellow tips show the season’s final color, while tiny dew drops catch the light like quiet punctuation marks. #Albuquerque
My 11/16/25 postcard features a gate standing alone, with no fence on either side, a weathered doorway situated in the middle of a leaf-strewn yard. The little concrete step in front suggests a path, a portal to nowhere and everywhere at the same time, depending on how you look at it. #Albuquerque
November 16, 2025 at 9:14 PM
My 11/16/25 postcard features a gate standing alone, with no fence on either side, a weathered doorway situated in the middle of a leaf-strewn yard. The little concrete step in front suggests a path, a portal to nowhere and everywhere at the same time, depending on how you look at it. #Albuquerque
My 11/15/25 postcard features a honeybee we found along San Rafael Avenue as it leans deep into a red-and-yellow bloom, its wings catching soft sunlight as it works the center of the flower. It’s a moment of color in a world that’s already starting to disappear. #Albuquerque
November 15, 2025 at 10:12 PM
My 11/15/25 postcard features a honeybee we found along San Rafael Avenue as it leans deep into a red-and-yellow bloom, its wings catching soft sunlight as it works the center of the flower. It’s a moment of color in a world that’s already starting to disappear. #Albuquerque
My 11/14/25 postcard is a roadrunner perched on a utility box along Marble Avenue, its feathers flared with that mix of confidence and curiosity they’re known for. It felt like one of those quick, perfect Albuquerque encounters, here for a moment, gone the next.
November 15, 2025 at 2:41 AM
My 11/14/25 postcard is a roadrunner perched on a utility box along Marble Avenue, its feathers flared with that mix of confidence and curiosity they’re known for. It felt like one of those quick, perfect Albuquerque encounters, here for a moment, gone the next.
My 11/13/25 postcard features a Red Hesperaloe seed pod, its husk split open like an old lantern. The outer shell is mottled with reds and browns, the last colors of fall clinging to it, something weathered but still beautiful, full of potential for new life. #Albuquerque
November 14, 2025 at 2:25 AM
My 11/13/25 postcard features a Red Hesperaloe seed pod, its husk split open like an old lantern. The outer shell is mottled with reds and browns, the last colors of fall clinging to it, something weathered but still beautiful, full of potential for new life. #Albuquerque
My 11/12/25 postcard is a curve-billed thrasher standing alert on a weather-beaten fence, its amber eye catching the light. Dry vines and brittle leaves cling to the boards below, a quiet reminder of the new season's arrival. #Albuquerque
November 13, 2025 at 2:40 AM
My 11/12/25 postcard is a curve-billed thrasher standing alert on a weather-beaten fence, its amber eye catching the light. Dry vines and brittle leaves cling to the boards below, a quiet reminder of the new season's arrival. #Albuquerque
My 11/11/25 postcard features a black bird hunched over a scrap of food on a sun-striped sidewalk, intent on its find. Shadows weave across fallen leaves, and quiet survival plays out in plain sight.
November 11, 2025 at 8:30 PM
My 11/11/25 postcard features a black bird hunched over a scrap of food on a sun-striped sidewalk, intent on its find. Shadows weave across fallen leaves, and quiet survival plays out in plain sight.
A spent flower head near UNM in its final season is the subject of my 11/10/25 postcard, each tiny dried pod peeled open to reveal slick, glossy black seeds. The structure radiates from the center like a botanical starburst, delicate yet precise. #Albuquerque
November 11, 2025 at 2:14 AM
A spent flower head near UNM in its final season is the subject of my 11/10/25 postcard, each tiny dried pod peeled open to reveal slick, glossy black seeds. The structure radiates from the center like a botanical starburst, delicate yet precise. #Albuquerque
My 11/09/25 postcard features a purple zinnia, its petals slightly worn at the edges but still rich with color. The center bursts with tiny yellow curls, like a crown growing upward from the base. A vivid reminder that beauty endures, even as the season begins to slip away. #Albuquerque
November 9, 2025 at 9:42 PM
My 11/09/25 postcard features a purple zinnia, its petals slightly worn at the edges but still rich with color. The center bursts with tiny yellow curls, like a crown growing upward from the base. A vivid reminder that beauty endures, even as the season begins to slip away. #Albuquerque
My 11/08/25 postcard is from behind the wheel at a car wash on Gibson. The soap and water streak across the windshield in a riot of color, reds, blues, and purples glowing like neon through the wash. A moment suspended between motion and stillness, all strangely entertaining. #Albuquerque
November 8, 2025 at 11:37 PM
My 11/08/25 postcard is from behind the wheel at a car wash on Gibson. The soap and water streak across the windshield in a riot of color, reds, blues, and purples glowing like neon through the wash. A moment suspended between motion and stillness, all strangely entertaining. #Albuquerque
My 11/07/25 postcard features a heart-shaped leaf hanging in the soft fall light, its surface mottled with dark spots and edges curling toward black from the cold nights. As decay begins to claim its border, the leaf feels both fragile and stubborn, a quiet record of a season passing #Albuquerque.
November 7, 2025 at 9:20 PM
My 11/07/25 postcard features a heart-shaped leaf hanging in the soft fall light, its surface mottled with dark spots and edges curling toward black from the cold nights. As decay begins to claim its border, the leaf feels both fragile and stubborn, a quiet record of a season passing #Albuquerque.
My 11/06/25 postcard is a roadrunner perched on a wall along Summer Avenue, sitting perfectly still, waiting for me to pass. Its eye catches the light as it notices me standing nearby. In black and white, the scene feels timeless, as it quietly watches, waiting for me to pass. #Albuquerque
November 6, 2025 at 7:13 PM
My 11/06/25 postcard is a roadrunner perched on a wall along Summer Avenue, sitting perfectly still, waiting for me to pass. Its eye catches the light as it notices me standing nearby. In black and white, the scene feels timeless, as it quietly watches, waiting for me to pass. #Albuquerque
My 11/05/ postcard features a honeybee buried in the bright yellow heart of a purple cosmos, its body dusted with pollen. The flower holds still while the bee does its work, a brief exchange of need and nourishment captured in a single moment. #Albuquerque
November 5, 2025 at 10:56 PM
My 11/05/ postcard features a honeybee buried in the bright yellow heart of a purple cosmos, its body dusted with pollen. The flower holds still while the bee does its work, a brief exchange of need and nourishment captured in a single moment. #Albuquerque
My 11/04/25 postcard features a dog statue sitting just inside the trophy shop window, located just off Central. He remains the one prize that isn’t for sale, I’ve asked. Each time I walk by, it sparks the memory of the song, "(How Much Is) That Doggie in the Window?" #Albuquerque
November 4, 2025 at 11:53 PM
My 11/04/25 postcard features a dog statue sitting just inside the trophy shop window, located just off Central. He remains the one prize that isn’t for sale, I’ve asked. Each time I walk by, it sparks the memory of the song, "(How Much Is) That Doggie in the Window?" #Albuquerque
My 11/03/25 postcard is a single leaf I found along Constitution Avenue, spotted and worn, bearing the marks of cold nights, part decay, part endurance. The life that surrounded it, now fading into the background. It’s the story of change written on a surface that’s still hanging on, past its season
November 4, 2025 at 2:47 AM
My 11/03/25 postcard is a single leaf I found along Constitution Avenue, spotted and worn, bearing the marks of cold nights, part decay, part endurance. The life that surrounded it, now fading into the background. It’s the story of change written on a surface that’s still hanging on, past its season