256) Our directive was clear: Line up in order of importance. That’s why we have the mailbox, then me, then a bag a trash, then Home Depot. (For the record, neither the box or I have anything against Home Depot. But that’s where they chose to stand for the photo, so there you have it.)
255) This is a very bitter mailbox. Why? Because it’s on a very busy street, yet one that no one can name. Seriously, do you think anyone knows Union Bay Place? No, of course not. They all just think of it as “that road behind University Village.” This box has no identity. This box has no soul.
244) Well this is embarrassing. Faithful readers will notice that this photo is out of sequence. How did we go from #255 back to #244? I have to tell you, it’s a complete mystery to me. While reviewing recent posts, I found there was a gap between #243 and #245… even though I distinctly remember writing the post for this fine box that stands across from the gated community of Broadmoor, it would appear that I somehow forgot to throw all the levers and push all the buttons needed to make it go live. So here it is, in all its tardy glory.
254) When you’re a mailbox in the Industrial District, you really need to maintain a certain image. You need to look solid. You need to look reliable. You need to convey that you are all business and that you’ll get the job done. I’d say this fine box does all that and more. You’ll notice there’s not a lick of graffiti on the box… as you might expect.
253) You know what I love about this mailbox? I love how it’s just nestled back into those shrubs like it’s a part of nature. Like trees and moss and fungi. The wonderful thing is, if you’re as enamored with this box as I am, you can actually buy the house that hosts the box! Cherie Keller is standing by, waiting for your call!
252) Then there are the mailboxes that absolutely rule their territory. Look at this guy — standing guard in front of the massive Museum of Flight building, ready to provide prompt mailing services to aviation enthusiasts coming or going. This might be the single proudest mailbox I’ve encountered yet.
251) Capitol Hill Loop (5/5) We end our short loop series with a well-worn, battle-scarred box that greets new arrivals to the hill as the make the climb up Olive Way. The box told me that it particularly enjoys the tears shed by everyone who says “Hey, isn’t that where B&O used to be?” as they glance at the big box across the street.
250) Capitol Hill Loop (4/5) Holy smokes, this is the 250th mailbox I’ve posted! I’m happy that this monumental occasion features a lovely box surrounded by such colorful signage. I’m also happy that it features a street that I’ve probably been by 1000 times but never before noticed. Loretta Place? Who knew!
249) Capitol Hill Loop (3/5) In this gritty street scene, we see that I knew there was no way I could make it to the box before the timer went off on my camera, so I just played it cool and strolled along.
248) Capitol Hill Loop (2/5) At our next stop on the loop, I decided to be a triangle. As you can see, the mailbox was not amused. I did, however, get a chuckle out of the Seattle Weekly box.