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Mailbox summit panorama from grassy talus point. This is about 200' down the talus slope and not on the trail.
This is my latest wood working project. I call it a mailbox safe since I feel putting a coin slot in the top and calling it a bank would ruin the look of the wood. It is made of red oak (3/4" I think). It was sanded down to a final grit of 600, burnished and then finished in tung oil (the bottom looks as good as the rest of it if you are wondering). The mailbox cover is from the town of Bushton KS and holds a particular significance to me in that it was where the mail was sent to my grand parent's implement shop. In other words if you sent in a check for service on your tractor or combine... that my grandfather had performed. it was most likely picked up by my grandmother from this very mailbox. The mailbox front itself is stamped 1957 and came with a card indicating its combination and reading, "National Lock Box Company, Inc."
I spotted this gold mailbox on the Indian Reservation. Most of the mail boxes down here are just beat up old plain boxes. Faded paint and dented.
Except for this one outside a really rundown house. The house almost looks abandoned. A lot of them on the Reservation look like that.
So I thought it at least needed me to post this golden Mailbox.
I am a t-shirt and blue jeans girl. Have been all my life. Throw on a pair of sneakers in the winter and flip flops in the summer and well life is pretty much swell.
It’s really hard these days to find T-shirts that do not advertise someone else’s brand which yeah… sort of aggravates me. I pay you money to parade around your name so you can sell a t-shirt to someone else? I mean I do it because well… sometimes the comfort and fit outway the aggravation (hello Life is Good T-shirts). BUT THIS COMPANY? Who deliberately send "each month, MailboxTees will find some super amazing and talented artist to create a totally unique design and put it on a really nice, soft, high quality shirt. then we’ll mail it to you (or your chosen recipient) every month!"
Beware cool chick cashier at Barnes & Noble with your oh so awesome t-shirts… I am gunning for you.
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This mailbox stands out to me when I take my morning walk on a narrow rural road. Sort of quirky, country, sheik!
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While out in our backyard enjoying Memorial Day, we heard a noise over the fence. Someone down the street had been doing some yard work and found a mailbox in their shrubbery. They thought - surely there could not be any mail in there... but low and behold, there was!
Yup, whoever knocked over and stole our mailbox hid it in a bush down the street. I'm not sure if it was a thief covering up the crime, or some moron trying to cover up a mistake.
If it were a thief, though, you'd think they'd just steal the mail and not the whole box. If it was a moron - why just down the street?
There's no obvious damage to the box (more than what was already there), so there's no real clue as to how it was removed from the post. The mail, including a bill, is useless, so aside from shredding the mail, the whole thing is destined for the trash can. We like the new mailbox better, anyway.
We took a day trip to West Virginia. We saw many Rusty Mailboxes but were able to capture only the following, due to late spotting and traffic. These posted today are the first to be included from that state - I'm certain there are many more lurking the hollers! This one is on County Road 90/5near Glenwood and Fraziers Bottom, West Virginia.
Mailbox discarded on a pile of wood scraps just off of Kentucky 95, Calvert City, Ky. I can recall seeing this box when I was a kid, but I never knew who Ray Foust Sr. was.
Fleet substation. April 2009.
North A at Howard Avenue, Tampa.
I bought a roll of black and white film on a whim and, using my cheap point-and-shoot manual Vivitar camera, fooled around with it.