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 02/01/26 postcard is shards of broken glass embedded in the soil at Albuquerque’s Glass Graveyard, the remains of a former city landfill active from 1920 to 1948. Repeated fires burned away organic waste, leaving behind a dense field of glass fragments, now exposed at the surface.
February 1, 2026 at 11:51 PM
My 02/01/26 postcard is shards of broken glass embedded in the soil at Albuquerque’s Glass Graveyard, the remains of a former city landfill active from 1920 to 1948. Repeated fires burned away organic waste, leaving behind a dense field of glass fragments, now exposed at the surface.
My 01/31/26 postcard is a rolled, weathered leaf that was still attached to the tree, something I’ve never seen before. Stripped of color, the image becomes a study of form, tight, patient, and quietly deliberate. #Albuquerque
January 31, 2026 at 11:03 PM
My 01/31/26 postcard is a rolled, weathered leaf that was still attached to the tree, something I’ve never seen before. Stripped of color, the image becomes a study of form, tight, patient, and quietly deliberate. #Albuquerque
My 01/30/26 postcard is a dried flower head, stripped of color and life, that is still holding some shape. The curled petals and dense center suggest both collapse and persistence, a moment caught between decay and form. #Albuquerque
January 31, 2026 at 2:40 AM
My 01/30/26 postcard is a dried flower head, stripped of color and life, that is still holding some shape. The curled petals and dense center suggest both collapse and persistence, a moment caught between decay and form. #Albuquerque
My 01/29/26 postcard is a close black-and-white portrait of a roadrunner I found on Alvarado Drive, crest raised and feathers layered, its bright eye fixed just off-frame. The bird stands calm and alert, embodying a quiet confidence. #Albuquerque
January 29, 2026 at 9:26 PM
My 01/29/26 postcard is a close black-and-white portrait of a roadrunner I found on Alvarado Drive, crest raised and feathers layered, its bright eye fixed just off-frame. The bird stands calm and alert, embodying a quiet confidence. #Albuquerque
My 01/28/26 postcard shows a dried leaf pierced and held by a yucca spike, its brittle layers frozen in a moment of tension. Stripped of color, it becomes a study of fragility, caught just before it could reach the ground. #Albuquerque
January 28, 2026 at 8:55 PM
My 01/28/26 postcard shows a dried leaf pierced and held by a yucca spike, its brittle layers frozen in a moment of tension. Stripped of color, it becomes a study of fragility, caught just before it could reach the ground. #Albuquerque
My 01/27/26 postcard captures a uniquely Albuquerque moment: a roadrunner sunning itself on the edge of the onion-domed tower at Our Lady of Perpetual Help. It’s the kind of quiet, ordinary event you don’t find in other cities.
January 27, 2026 at 6:44 PM
My 01/27/26 postcard captures a uniquely Albuquerque moment: a roadrunner sunning itself on the edge of the onion-domed tower at Our Lady of Perpetual Help. It’s the kind of quiet, ordinary event you don’t find in other cities.
My 01/26/26 postcard comes from a yard across the street from Summit Park; it displays a withered flower head bending on its stem, stripped of color and reduced to texture, shape, and posture. It’s a quiet figure, tired, bowed, and still standing after its work is done. #Albuquerque
January 27, 2026 at 2:43 AM
My 01/26/26 postcard comes from a yard across the street from Summit Park; it displays a withered flower head bending on its stem, stripped of color and reduced to texture, shape, and posture. It’s a quiet figure, tired, bowed, and still standing after its work is done. #Albuquerque
My 01/25/26 postcard shows a young woman pushing an older person in a wheelchair through a protest crowd outside the downtown courthouse. Marchers fill the background, but the moment is quiet and deliberate, two people choosing to show up together for something that matters to them. #Albuquerque
January 25, 2026 at 11:46 PM
My 01/25/26 postcard shows a young woman pushing an older person in a wheelchair through a protest crowd outside the downtown courthouse. Marchers fill the background, but the moment is quiet and deliberate, two people choosing to show up together for something that matters to them. #Albuquerque
My 01/24/26 is the roller coaster at Cliff’s on a cold winter’s day. It’s a structure built for action, but seeing it holds memories of taking a daughter, and later a grandson, to delight with its motion. Its scale is unchanged while we, the riders, grow, age, and return to its rush. #Albuquerque
January 24, 2026 at 7:56 PM
My 01/24/26 is the roller coaster at Cliff’s on a cold winter’s day. It’s a structure built for action, but seeing it holds memories of taking a daughter, and later a grandson, to delight with its motion. Its scale is unchanged while we, the riders, grow, age, and return to its rush. #Albuquerque
My 01/23/26 postcard is a crescent moon with a human face set against a field of stars; its worn surface and watchful eye give it a quiet presence. Set in the living room, it feels less like decoration and more like a companion, bringing a small, steady piece of the night sky indoors. #Albuquerque
January 24, 2026 at 3:01 AM
My 01/23/26 postcard is a crescent moon with a human face set against a field of stars; its worn surface and watchful eye give it a quiet presence. Set in the living room, it feels less like decoration and more like a companion, bringing a small, steady piece of the night sky indoors. #Albuquerque
My 01/22/26 postcard shows a raven on the sidewalk near Kiva Park, beak open mid-call, warning pigeons away from the bird feed. With the distractions stripped back, it feels alert and watchful, fully aware of the space it’s claiming. #Albuquerque
January 22, 2026 at 8:35 PM
My 01/22/26 postcard shows a raven on the sidewalk near Kiva Park, beak open mid-call, warning pigeons away from the bird feed. With the distractions stripped back, it feels alert and watchful, fully aware of the space it’s claiming. #Albuquerque
My 01/21/26 postcard comes from a yard on Morningside with a dried flower head opening toward the light, translucent segments catching warmth against a softened background. Stripped of color and purpose, it becomes less about what it was and more about what remains. #Albuquerque
January 21, 2026 at 9:09 PM
My 01/21/26 postcard comes from a yard on Morningside with a dried flower head opening toward the light, translucent segments catching warmth against a softened background. Stripped of color and purpose, it becomes less about what it was and more about what remains. #Albuquerque
My 01/20/26 postcard is a dried flower head I found near UNM. Its sharp, layered textures stripped of color and context; it is what remains after beauty has finished doing its job. #Albuquerque
January 20, 2026 at 9:24 PM
My 01/20/26 postcard is a dried flower head I found near UNM. Its sharp, layered textures stripped of color and context; it is what remains after beauty has finished doing its job. #Albuquerque
My 01/19/26 is a worn teddy bear resting against a tree stump in a front yard on Dakota Street. An ordinary yard, holding an abandoned once-valuable companion. #Albuquerque
January 19, 2026 at 9:50 PM
My 01/19/26 is a worn teddy bear resting against a tree stump in a front yard on Dakota Street. An ordinary yard, holding an abandoned once-valuable companion. #Albuquerque
My 01/18/26 postcard captures a small hoverfly resting on the pad of a prickly pear cactus along California Street, its striped body standing out against the muted green surface. On a winter day short on color, that brief, unexpected flash was enough to stop me. #Albuquerque
January 18, 2026 at 10:04 PM
My 01/18/26 postcard captures a small hoverfly resting on the pad of a prickly pear cactus along California Street, its striped body standing out against the muted green surface. On a winter day short on color, that brief, unexpected flash was enough to stop me. #Albuquerque
My 01/17/26 postcard caught a roadrunner settled on a wooden fence along Grand Avenue, feathers puffed to soak up the sun, tail hanging long and straight. It seemed perfectly content to stay put, unrushed, unbothered, exactly where it belonged. #Albuquerque
January 17, 2026 at 7:18 PM
My 01/17/26 postcard caught a roadrunner settled on a wooden fence along Grand Avenue, feathers puffed to soak up the sun, tail hanging long and straight. It seemed perfectly content to stay put, unrushed, unbothered, exactly where it belonged. #Albuquerque
In a yard along Alvarado Drive, a withered flower head became my 01/16/26 postcard, its once-soft petals now curled and leathery, catching the morning light. The sharp stem emphasizes endurance, still present, still structured, still holding on. #Albuquerque
January 16, 2026 at 9:46 PM
In a yard along Alvarado Drive, a withered flower head became my 01/16/26 postcard, its once-soft petals now curled and leathery, catching the morning light. The sharp stem emphasizes endurance, still present, still structured, still holding on. #Albuquerque
My 01/15/26 postcard caught a dried, curling leaf and stem holding a translucent seed pod, clinging to a wall along Silver Avenue. Morning light stopped me long enough to notice it, something clearly past its bloom, yet still hanging on. #Albuquerque
January 15, 2026 at 6:51 PM
My 01/15/26 postcard caught a dried, curling leaf and stem holding a translucent seed pod, clinging to a wall along Silver Avenue. Morning light stopped me long enough to notice it, something clearly past its bloom, yet still hanging on. #Albuquerque
My 01/14/26 postcard features a raven perched on a bare branch against an open sky, its body angled away but its attention fixed outward. Light skims the feathers, pulling texture from the black. It isn’t resting. It’s watching, waiting, ready to lift off at the first hint of trouble. #Albuquerque
January 14, 2026 at 7:06 PM
My 01/14/26 postcard features a raven perched on a bare branch against an open sky, its body angled away but its attention fixed outward. Light skims the feathers, pulling texture from the black. It isn’t resting. It’s watching, waiting, ready to lift off at the first hint of trouble. #Albuquerque
My 01/13/26 postcard captures a roadrunner standing alert along Southern Avenue, its body angled forward as if caught between motion and stillness. I processed it as a painting, allowing the roadrunner’s posture and gaze to carry the image. #Albuquerque
January 14, 2026 at 2:27 AM
My 01/13/26 postcard captures a roadrunner standing alert along Southern Avenue, its body angled forward as if caught between motion and stillness. I processed it as a painting, allowing the roadrunner’s posture and gaze to carry the image. #Albuquerque
My 01/12/26 postcard features a sunflower long past its peak, its yellow petals curling and fading as winter takes hold. What remains is endurance rather than beauty, showing how even in decline, there is form, character, and a quiet dignity worth noticing. #Albuquerque
January 12, 2026 at 9:22 PM
My 01/12/26 postcard features a sunflower long past its peak, its yellow petals curling and fading as winter takes hold. What remains is endurance rather than beauty, showing how even in decline, there is form, character, and a quiet dignity worth noticing. #Albuquerque
My 01/11/26 postcard comes from a sun sculpture mounted on the side of a home on Palomas Drive. Photographed in passing and later transformed into a painting, it carries both the object's reality and the interpretation of the moment. #Albuquerque
January 11, 2026 at 9:23 PM
My 01/11/26 postcard comes from a sun sculpture mounted on the side of a home on Palomas Drive. Photographed in passing and later transformed into a painting, it carries both the object's reality and the interpretation of the moment. #Albuquerque
My 01/10/26 postcard is a skeleton sitting casually against a low wall in the Old Town Plaza, one bony hand resting, the other pointing outward as if mid-thought. A red Santa cap adds a touch of humor and warmth to an otherwise stark form, as it watches the world go by. #Albuquerque
January 10, 2026 at 10:41 PM
My 01/10/26 postcard is a skeleton sitting casually against a low wall in the Old Town Plaza, one bony hand resting, the other pointing outward as if mid-thought. A red Santa cap adds a touch of humor and warmth to an otherwise stark form, as it watches the world go by. #Albuquerque
My 01/09/26 postcard is a spent rose, its curls curling inward, its petals folded and stiff, the edges lifting like fingers frozen mid-motion. The stem bends slightly under the weight of the forming rose hip. #Albuquerque
January 9, 2026 at 10:00 PM
My 01/09/26 postcard is a spent rose, its curls curling inward, its petals folded and stiff, the edges lifting like fingers frozen mid-motion. The stem bends slightly under the weight of the forming rose hip. #Albuquerque
My 01/08/26 postcard is a small group of pink plastic flamingos standing in a loose line beneath a large tree, their thin metal legs sunk into dry winter grass and fallen leaves. #Albuquerque
January 8, 2026 at 8:18 PM
My 01/08/26 postcard is a small group of pink plastic flamingos standing in a loose line beneath a large tree, their thin metal legs sunk into dry winter grass and fallen leaves. #Albuquerque