The highway was icy and the wind was cold and it would not be wise to stop on the road under these conditions. I took a few photos through the windshield and they show the driving conditions at the time but they were not what I call a “keeper” photo.
Eventually I turned around and headed for home a little disappointed by the lack of keepers. Then suddenly a little voice in my head said, Turn here! Turn here!
I slowed on the icy highway and carefully turned down an old gravel road that sees little traffic during the course of the day. After a short drive nothing interesting was in view so I decided to turn around and head back to the highway. I stopped in a driveway to make the turn and suddenly saw the mail box. It was perfect, so I jumped out and faced the driving wind and snapped the above photo.
The mail box is weathered and rusted from countless years in the prairie weather. it is tired and leaning and has been braced and propped in an effort to extend it’s life.
The old license plates are the reflective kind and were nailed up to help the motorists avoid the mailbox hanging over the edge of the road in the dark.
I do not know what you think, but I like it. Its a keeper. I find it pays to listen to the little voices that say “turn here!”
Voices in your head eh? ;p At least they have good taste in mailboxes.
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I really like this photo. Sometimes you just capture the right object at the right time, sort of in the right place at the right time I guess. I really like old, weathered, worn, tired looking objects that strike a chord.
I went to see the movie The Dressmaker today. It was so good. It had a lot of old scenery in it. It was set in the 1950s. Great movie. Your mailbox would have fitted in.
Goodnight Glenn, I’m off to bed as I have to work tomorrow.
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Sometimes unexpected developments often lead to the most marvelous discoveries. To me the mailbox speaks of stamina and history. I can imagine myself going out of my way to check on it from time to time. It’s an excellent shot.
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The older I get the more I pay attention to my inner voices. I know I am not crazy, I am just getting more sensitive to my surroundings. I know I am considered to be a masculine entity but I also understand I have a feminine side. Testosterone is highly overrated when we try to connect with the sensitive feminine world.
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Cool 🙂
I admire your desire to get out and about in awful conditions to look for pics…..
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The challenge of the out doors in winter separates the men from the boys. Long ago I slept in a tent overnight in the dead of winter at 50 below zero. I never considered it sleep but survival. I posted a blog on that topic but I doubt it was ever read.
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Wow. Which blog? Link?
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The blog is called Nor’west Scribe – voyager.blogspot.com It was written in December of 2010. It is in three parts and the blog is called Brokenhead River Trek. Contact me at gbrowne@wiktel.com if you have trouble finding it.
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Thank you. I will look!
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I found the blog, but not the post yet. Will check later….
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