176) I didn’t spend much time with this box… it had a real attitude problem. I think all the years it has spent on this main thoroughfare between Capitol Hill and downtown has hardened its soul.

175) Here’s an exciting one… the only blue mailbox on Harbor Island! It’s tucked away in the back of a business park, and to be honest, I had a strong feeling that this box would not really be there. Not only is it present and accounted for, but it enjoys a lovely little forested setting that it shares with its best friend, Mr. Yellow Hydrant.

174) Hey man, don’t flip out! I’m just heals-over-head excited to be here with this box! Try to see things from my perspective, it’s a topsy-turvy world.

173) There was a chill in the air the morning I visited this Crown Hill corner. The utility pole felt it. The stone wall felt it. The green woven fence felt it. And the mailbox… oh yeah, the mailbox certainly felt it. The box gave me a dim, mournful stare, as to say “hey, help me out… give me your jacket.” Ultimately, I did no such thing. I just got back in the car and drove away.

172) This mailbox is sad. Sad because for so many years, it had to watch from across the street as person after person ate gooey delicious cinnamon rolls at Louisa’s. Oh, how the box wanted one of those rolls. How it dreamed of the butter dripping down the side, mixing with the sweet, sweet frosting. Unraveling the layers of dough until reaching the golden center, perhaps one of the most treasured moments in any one person’s culinary journey. But Louisa’s is gone and has been replaced by a burger joint. Sadly, the box now wants a burger.

171) As I have freely admitted in the past, I can get distracted. I was supposed to be posing majestically with this fine mailbox, but this evil business kept grabbing my attention with promises of delicious treats.

170) In recent months, two bike-sharing companies have moved into town and scattered 1000 bikes throughout the neighborhood. I’m all for biking and sharing is certainly swell (except for pie… I don’t share pie), but damn it, I get a bit ruffled when then neon doohickeys clutter up my shot. Here I am just trying to capture a moment with this fine Eastlake box, but these two thingamajigs just have to crowd into the shot.

169) It’s the same old story… when I’m out scouting mailboxes, I’ll take absolutely any opportunity to grab a quick rest. And why not? I’m scurrying all over this great city celebrating the gallant work of these sturdy mailboxes, and well, it can be somewhat tiring. So here I am catching a few restful moments with this fine box just off of Broadway. Ahhhhh…

167) This mailbox sits among the buildings of the Fred Hutch Cancer Research Center, which means that almost everything it receives is from some super-smart double-secret-PhD. If there are Netflix DVDs in there, you can be assured they are the types of movies that super smart people watch.