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Post boxes like these are seen frequently on country roads. I've been meaning to take a photo of them for some time. As these were on the roadside at Round Swamp I snapped them while I was there.

Musing:
Reminds me of the schoolyard game of drop the handkerchief
"I sent a letter to my love,
And on the way I dropped it,
One of you picked it up,
and put it your pocket.
... it's you, it's you it's Y-O-U"

Comments

  1. I love the playground chants you drop in every so often.

    When I was living in the country we had an RMB number - Roadside Mail Box. I believe that nomenclature has been phased out. Shame ...

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  2. These are so cool! I've never seen anything of the kind!

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  3. I imagine those barrels save everyone a lot of trips to the post office, you could put some serious mail o.rder items in those!
    It's a great photo, JE

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  4. Julie, I have friends in the country who have an MS number which I guess might be similar to an RMB number.

    JM, they are everywhere on country roads here and always a unique collection of boxes so very photographic.

    PJ, some people go all the way and put old refrigerators out for their mailbox. Though used more in the country, mail order is by no means as popular in Australia as in the US.

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  5. That's a great image!

    I've enjoyed your photos from the past few days (the olives one is up as I write this post). And the boulders! Wow!

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