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Back in the day…

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This mailbox contained letters from home, pictures, postcards, news. And sometimes free samples and stuff we ordered. And of course the telephone bill and the electric bill. And every time I opened it up, I had a sense of anticipation, a wee bit of hope, wonder. Even if most days there were no surprises, I loved that feeling.

Email and courier deliveries just aren’t the same. It’s not that I want to go back. Not really. It’s just that they have no soul… And this old box – it’s got soul to spare…

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15/03/2013 at 12:50 am

Fading sign of human occupation

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I am always happy when I see signs that nature is winning the small battles – at least for the moment… and, I suppose, in the end she’ll win it all, no matter how we struggle, though I am thinking, barring a last-minute Mayan coup, that we don’t have to hold our speci-al breath over that any time soon. (What IS the adjectival word relating to a species? There must be one…)

Found this decaying old postbox just down the road from me, the property behind it as inaccessible as Sleeping Beauty’s papa’s castle after she’d pricked her finger on the spindle. No reason for me to go poking in there – but no doubt some ambitious young man will sooner rather than later. And once again the struggle between man and nature renews itself.

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24/06/2012 at 2:18 am

Letterboxes with Love

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Went out for a walk this afternoon and took photos of the letterboxes on my street. It’s a charming sort of street, mix of all sorts from rich to poor and in between with a few crazy artist or hermit types. No – mine isn’t in there… it’s cute, but didn’t make the cut.

I don’t know what #117 had in mind, but I’m glad of it, whatever it was. 91 was cheap as chips, but still manages to shine. 107 is so so posh. But I think my favourite is 76. It’s down so low to the ground, covered in cobwebs and looks like it could double as a doghouse in a pinch.

Sigh… I miss the days though when a trip to the letterbox could bring anything. Emails, while nice to receive, don’t have the same feeling. And you can’t bring it down to the beach to read.

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12/03/2011 at 10:31 pm

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