329) Here’s a pro tip — never let a mailbox take control of the situation and art-direct your photo shoot. I started off standing next to this Queen Anne box, but then made the mistake of taking its advice. “Hey, you know what would be good? If you were on the other side of the street. Yeah, like that. Now, stand at the top of the stairs. That’s great! Try taking a step down. Now another. Another. One more.”
Stupid mailbox.
314) This is a very, very nervous mailbox. Large construction projects tend to spell doom for many boxes in Seattle… everything can be hunky dory for literally decades, but then all of a sudden some construction fencing goes up and WHOOSH! The box is gone, never to return. So far, it looks like this box is escaping this fate, but as I said, it’s very nervous.
283) Obviously I have a soft spot for mailboxes, but I’m more than willing to admit that some of them are a bit full of themselves. Take this guy, for example. He resides on the northwest edge of downtown, along one of the main arterials. This positioning has kind of gone to his head, as he refers to himself as “The Gatekeeper” and feels that he is somehow in a position of authority over all who enter downtown from the north. You’ll notice that I’m standing north of the box. Yeah, he didn’t let me pass.
282) This passageway through Fisherman’s Terminal is on one of our running routes, and we’ve easily passed through here dozens and dozens of times over the year… but never knew there was a mailbox! As you can see, I was literally jumping for joy over finally meeting this fine box, and from the looks of it the box was equally excited to see me.
275) It was a chilly, gray day when I visited this box on the very northern border of Queen Anne. Ride-share bikes were strewn everywhere. Cars were noticeably absent. The box asked if it could “borrow” my Netflix password. I declined. Things grew chillier and grayer after that.
240) This box tricked me. I asked it if there were any comfortable seating options nearby, and it flat-out told me “no.” That explains why it was snickering so much while I took the photo.
219) Night Out Series (4/4). We conclude our short stroll with a well-deserved rest on this magnificent brick wall. I didn’t stay long, however, because the box kept asking me to run across the street and get him “a bucket of the Colonel.” I just didn’t think that would be a good idea, so I left.
217) Night Out Series (2/4). The next stop on our thrilling series is a visit to this fine snorkel box. I decided to finally get to the bottom of the snorkel box’s secret and have a good look inside. As you might suspect, the snorkel box has a dark, dark soul.
216) Night Out Series (1 of 4). We visited the Queen Anne neighborhood to attend a play at On the Boards and found ourselves with some time to kill before the performance. Naturally, I took this as an opportunity to grab some mailboxes, so settle in! We’re going on a mini-adventure! First up is this box directly across the street from the venue! What a cultured box it must be! Day after day it gets to hear theater-goers discuss the latest shows. This is a happy box.
213) This is one of those scholarly mailboxes you may have heard about. You know the type, situated on a college campus (in this case SPU) where they can absorb all the smarts just oozing off the students day in and day out. Don’t engage this kind of box in a trivia contest… you’ll lose.