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 11/11/25 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
My 11/02/25 postcard is a small bird seeking seeds on the remnants of a dried sunflower. It’s the kind of scene that’s hard to catch because they are very shy and always seem to know if you are looking at them and fly away. #Albuquerque
November 2, 2025 at 9:58 PM
My 11/02/25 postcard is a small bird seeking seeds on the remnants of a dried sunflower. It’s the kind of scene that’s hard to catch because they are very shy and always seem to know if you are looking at them and fly away. #Albuquerque
My 11/01/25 postcard features a dried seed pod hanging suspended, its curved husks peeling open like fingers letting go. Black and White isolates the subject, giving it a quiet, sculptural presence, as if time itself paused to admire the form left behind. #Albuquerque
November 1, 2025 at 10:44 PM
My 11/01/25 postcard features a dried seed pod hanging suspended, its curved husks peeling open like fingers letting go. Black and White isolates the subject, giving it a quiet, sculptural presence, as if time itself paused to admire the form left behind. #Albuquerque
My 10/31/25 postcard is a Halloween display in Siesta Hills that stopped me in my tracks a few days ago, perfect for Halloween. It’s unsettling, playful, and cinematic all at once, turning an ordinary suburban driveway into something straight out of a horror film. #Albuqueruqe
October 31, 2025 at 5:31 PM
My 10/31/25 postcard is a Halloween display in Siesta Hills that stopped me in my tracks a few days ago, perfect for Halloween. It’s unsettling, playful, and cinematic all at once, turning an ordinary suburban driveway into something straight out of a horror film. #Albuqueruqe
My 10/30/25 postcard captures a sunflower at the end of its life, its petals curled, its once-bright face heavy with seeds and bowed toward the earth. The browns and grays convey a sense of completion rather than decay. It’s a portrait of endurance, sunlight stored, purpose fulfilled. #Albuquerque
October 31, 2025 at 12:59 AM
My 10/30/25 postcard captures a sunflower at the end of its life, its petals curled, its once-bright face heavy with seeds and bowed toward the earth. The browns and grays convey a sense of completion rather than decay. It’s a portrait of endurance, sunlight stored, purpose fulfilled. #Albuquerque
My 10/29/25 postcard captures Urban Glow, a shop on Route 66, where a brick wall bears the red letters HOT beside the word NEON, a relic of a bygone roadside America. The mural, blending vintage signage with patriotic stripes and scattered blue stars, feels both nostalgic and alive. #Albuquerque
October 30, 2025 at 1:26 AM
My 10/29/25 postcard captures Urban Glow, a shop on Route 66, where a brick wall bears the red letters HOT beside the word NEON, a relic of a bygone roadside America. The mural, blending vintage signage with patriotic stripes and scattered blue stars, feels both nostalgic and alive. #Albuquerque
My 10/28/25 postcard is a Curve-billed Thrasher perched on a sun-warmed railing along Ridgecrest, its curved beak catching the morning light and its amber eye sharply alert. The image captures the thrasher as it scans the yard for insects.
October 28, 2025 at 7:36 PM
My 10/28/25 postcard is a Curve-billed Thrasher perched on a sun-warmed railing along Ridgecrest, its curved beak catching the morning light and its amber eye sharply alert. The image captures the thrasher as it scans the yard for insects.
My 10/27/25 postcard features a common fly I spotted on the UNM campus, ordinary at first glance, but transformed through the lens into something extraordinary. The image feels both scientific and poetic, capturing a quiet moment of beauty in something most people never stop to notice. #Albuquerque
October 28, 2025 at 1:24 AM
My 10/27/25 postcard features a common fly I spotted on the UNM campus, ordinary at first glance, but transformed through the lens into something extraordinary. The image feels both scientific and poetic, capturing a quiet moment of beauty in something most people never stop to notice. #Albuquerque
My 10/26/25 postcard is a rose, its last two petals faded and curling, colors softening. What remains is a quiet testament to the passage of time. The bloom’s decay reveals its structure, turning loss into form. It’s not about what’s gone, but what endures in the leaving. #Albuquerque
October 26, 2025 at 6:30 PM
My 10/26/25 postcard is a rose, its last two petals faded and curling, colors softening. What remains is a quiet testament to the passage of time. The bloom’s decay reveals its structure, turning loss into form. It’s not about what’s gone, but what endures in the leaving. #Albuquerque
My 10/25/25 postcard is a bright stretch of shelves at John Brooks loaded with every kind of salty indulgence. This aisle is the hunting ground for a blind chip tasting we are having tomorrow, where simple potato chips become the stuff of contemplation and family debate. #Albuquerque
October 25, 2025 at 9:26 PM
My 10/25/25 postcard is a bright stretch of shelves at John Brooks loaded with every kind of salty indulgence. This aisle is the hunting ground for a blind chip tasting we are having tomorrow, where simple potato chips become the stuff of contemplation and family debate. #Albuquerque
My 10/24/25 postcard captures a playful autumn scene from a yard on Solano Drive, a reimagined Cinderella’s carriage: a pumpkin turned into a button-framed coach, complete with a toy passenger, Jimi Hendrix at the reins, and two dark mice pulling the load. #Albuquerque
October 24, 2025 at 9:31 PM
My 10/24/25 postcard captures a playful autumn scene from a yard on Solano Drive, a reimagined Cinderella’s carriage: a pumpkin turned into a button-framed coach, complete with a toy passenger, Jimi Hendrix at the reins, and two dark mice pulling the load. #Albuquerque
My 10/23/25 postcard features a dried poppy pod, its petals long gone, suspended in soft light. The once-vivid bloom has become a structure of pale gold and brown, its radiating pattern echoing both decay and design. There’s a beauty in its symmetry, the memory of a flower transformed into design.
October 23, 2025 at 10:02 PM
My 10/23/25 postcard features a dried poppy pod, its petals long gone, suspended in soft light. The once-vivid bloom has become a structure of pale gold and brown, its radiating pattern echoing both decay and design. There’s a beauty in its symmetry, the memory of a flower transformed into design.
My 10/22/25 postcard features a scarecrow-like figure standing beneath a tree along Mackland Avenue, its jack-o’-lantern face set into a fierce grin. Draped in tattered cloth, it seems half guardian, half ghost, a spirit of the season caught between mischief and menace. #Albuquerque
October 22, 2025 at 9:10 PM
My 10/22/25 postcard features a scarecrow-like figure standing beneath a tree along Mackland Avenue, its jack-o’-lantern face set into a fierce grin. Draped in tattered cloth, it seems half guardian, half ghost, a spirit of the season caught between mischief and menace. #Albuquerque
My 10/21/25 postcard features a yellow rose rendered in black and white, its petals folding outward in gentle, timeworn layers. The absence of color makes it feel both intimate and timeless, like a memory caught between tenderness and decay. #Albuquerque
October 21, 2025 at 8:40 PM
My 10/21/25 postcard features a yellow rose rendered in black and white, its petals folding outward in gentle, timeworn layers. The absence of color makes it feel both intimate and timeless, like a memory caught between tenderness and decay. #Albuquerque
My 10/20/25 postcard features a single yellow sunflower along Marble Avenue, lit from behind; it leans toward the fading warmth of an autumn sun. Its petals glow like small flames against a soft, muted background, capturing the last bright defiance of summer before the season turns.
October 20, 2025 at 6:57 PM
My 10/20/25 postcard features a single yellow sunflower along Marble Avenue, lit from behind; it leans toward the fading warmth of an autumn sun. Its petals glow like small flames against a soft, muted background, capturing the last bright defiance of summer before the season turns.
My 10/19/25 postcard features a small bird perched gracefully atop a slender branch at Tingley Beach, its gray feathers edged with soft silver against a blue sky. It stands alert but unhurried, perfectly balanced between stillness and flight, a brief moment of calm. #Albuquerque
October 19, 2025 at 8:41 PM
My 10/19/25 postcard features a small bird perched gracefully atop a slender branch at Tingley Beach, its gray feathers edged with soft silver against a blue sky. It stands alert but unhurried, perfectly balanced between stillness and flight, a brief moment of calm. #Albuquerque
My 10-18-25 postcard is the Statue of Liberty, rendered in color, tears streaking her face beneath the words “No Kings.” The contrast between the black-and-white crowd and the centerpiece underscores the clash between power and principle, between silence and the cry for freedom. #Albuquerque
October 18, 2025 at 9:45 PM
My 10-18-25 postcard is the Statue of Liberty, rendered in color, tears streaking her face beneath the words “No Kings.” The contrast between the black-and-white crowd and the centerpiece underscores the clash between power and principle, between silence and the cry for freedom. #Albuquerque