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Monday, June 3, 2013


...is defined by Webster as:

the faculty or phenomenon of finding valuable or agreeable things not sought for

We have all had experience with this.  The turn in the road that opens out to a vista of a splendid purple sunset (I was driving on Rte 87, heading south in southern New York state), the bird glimpsed at the moment of flight...

I have a camera in my phone, and I've started using it.  I also have a nice camera at home, but it isn't always with me. 

I remember one time (the umpteenth time) walking past an old, beautifully weathered wooden barn sitting in a field of larkspur and bright dandelions and pausing to fill my eyes with the splendor of rich brown, periwinkle blue and brilliant yellow among velvety green, with hills rising behind it.  It was at the end of the street on which my parents' lakeside cottage was built.  It would be there the next day, I'd grab my camera first thing in the morning, when it was catching the dawn light, and click away.

...the next morning I looked at the new-mown field and shook my head.  The larkspur never came back.

So, t'other day, driving along past another serendipitous sight on my way to the post office, I decided to take action.  And I'm going to share.

Here it is.  Six mailboxes in a weathered wood setting.  Bright colors - true red, hunter green, (weathered) cream, peach, blue and black.  I've been driving past them for years, smiling at them - and then, yesterday, in a bit of a hurry, I nevertheless stopped, parked, and jumped out of my car with my phone clutched in my hand. 

I took several shots, then backed up and took a photo of the entire scene.  My passenger (my sister) thought the view was pretty, but she's the one who came up with the reason for the colors: 

"If you look," she said, "The mailbox colors match the doors.  I frowned, squinted, and then began to laugh.  HOW many years had I driven past and enjoyed the view?  There's the red door, and there's the blue door (check the arrows).

And now they're caught!

Maybe I'll catch a snapshot of that old hand-made shelter by the side of the road...


  1. What a neat system! Great picture, too :)

  2. Hi Diana .. I too must start using my camera .. I never seem to do it .. so sorry about the larkspur though - that's very sad.

    The mail boxes and doors - how fun and how sensible ... great to see them too .. imagine the stories that could be told here ..

    Cheers Hilary