Just discovered in the garage, my old mailbox from my first house in Florida. I had a white cat name T-Bird, I lived next to a filmmaker and across the street from a senator, I was dating the love of my life, my future wife and I was pretty happy with the way things were.
My wild days were over (although I didn't know that then) but I was still enough of a hippie to paint my mailbox. The little red house was an echo or ache of my little cottage back in Connecticut and the rocket ship was for Florida and because I love rocket ships.
It's not exactly the magic mailbox from The Lake House, but it's an ingot of my personal history, my shambling trail from there to here... and the road winds ever on.
4 comments:
The mailbox is very nice!
this mailbox is so nice, is it oil-paint?
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