226) You have to admire this mailbox’s gumption. Whereas most boxes are content to set up shop on a corner or tucked up against a building, this one has positioned itself right in the face of everyone exiting the Watermark Tower. All day, all night, it chants “I’m here, I’m blue, let me take that letter from you!”
215) You hear about crime on the streets, but it doesn’t really hit home until it happens to you. There I was, just trying to grab a quick photo when, without warning or provocation, the mailbox pinned me up against the post and took my wallet. In broad daylight! Fortunately, the mailbox is bolted to the sidewalk and wasn’t able to make much of a getaway, so I took my wallet back and kept on walking.
206) The intent of this photo was to capture the utter mayhem that is downtown Seattle. Just look at the teeming masses. Take in the sheer chaos. That mailbox isn’t a double-wide because it collects that much mail… it’s a double-wide because it needs that heavy, wide stance to protect itself from the non-stop anarchy.
202) Some people think artificial intelligence will one day take over the world. Other people are placing their bets on cockroaches. Me… well, I don’t want to alarm anyone, but let me just show you how this humble-looking blue box has amassed a small army of green relay boxes. Good luck getting to sleep tonight.
199) As we inch towards the climatic 200th mailbox posting, I thought it fitting that I take a moment to look somber and reflective. I felt neither of those while taking this photo, but that’s not the point. I would, however, like to thank this box for playing along and casting a great silhouette.
191) Once again, I give my thanks to the kind civic leaders who worked to have these handy exercise stations installed throughout the city. This one, located in a particularly tourist-heavy location, presents the perfect opportunity to get in a set of dips before going upstairs to watch people throw fish.
188) Well, this sturdy double-wide mailbox will certainly provide a nice resting spot while I check out this local weekly publication. Yes sirree, there’s nothing like catching up on the local happenings while strolling through downtown. Hey, would you look at that! That’s me! That’s me!
178) “Hey box, how’s it going?”
“Oh, you know, David… same old same old.”
“I hear ya. Hey, sorry about the tagging. That looks painful.”
“It only hurts my soul, David. Only my soul.”
145) This is an exquisite arty shot that I call “Late for the Line Up.” As you can see, everyone else arrived on time, but here I come, lumbering down Boren, taking my own sweet time.
143) As you have figured out by now, I put quite a bit of energy into buzzing all over the Emerald City capturing the blue boxes. So if I find myself in a position to kick back, take a bit of a rest and enjoy some sunshine, well I’m going to do it. The mailbox understood. The mailboxes always understand.