We each have routines woven into the fabric of our days. For my father one such is his walk to the post office to collect the day's mail. As a child I always considered it a special treat to accompany him. I love this bank of postal boxes; the little windows providing a glimpse of treats and treasures waiting within. I was always a bit disappointed that his was a drawer rather than one of the wonderful little windowed cubbies. Dad hasn't made his daily visits the past two weeks. Pneumonia put him in the hospital. Today he came home and after we got him settled in his chair I made the trip to the post office where I once again peeked in the little windows before gathering the mail from his box and taking it home.
Thank you, April, for sharing this precious memory with us. A story behind photograph puts the whole observation of your art to the higher level. Wish your dad fast recovery. Great picture, by the way.
Love the focus and composition. These are beautiful mail boxes. I can relate to the ritual of collecting the mail daily. For a lot of people in this town it is a real social outing. I hope your dad gets to collect his mail again soon.
The specific focus on just one door, the shallow DOF that blurs the rest, it's all made a wonderful image, one full of precious memories for you. Enjoyed the shared story. Wishing your Dad continued healing and improved strength so he can be back up and making his visit to the post boxes.
hipe your dad is on the mend.This is beautiful.I can totally understand the childhood love and facination for these boxes.I am very drawn to them now!!fav
I hope your dad is feeling better