Be Our Guest: A Good Mail Day

In Collaboration, Guest, Inspiration

We are excited to welcome guest blogger Donna M. Hopkins to ViewFinders as our first “Be Our Guest” participant. Donna’s work could often be seen in our monthly theme posts, so it seems only fitting that she should kick off our “Be Our Guest” feature.  You can see more of Donna’s work on her blog coming to my senses.  

Without setting out to do so, I’ve embarked on a project, making many photographs of mailboxes. I made my first mailbox picture when we were home visiting family in the small town of Colonial Beach in Virginia’s Northern Neck. Needing a break from the family part of the family reunion, I took a walk with my camera in hand. It seemed nothing much had changed in the town, and this observation mirrored my feelings over family dynamics. But looking through the camera lens can make common subjects fresh. The row of mailboxes alongside what used to be the pharmacy, just across from the old Esso gas station, caught my attention. The day was sunny and the dappled light framing the mailboxes seemed an open invitation. Inspired, I walked across the road and photographed the leading line of the mailboxes. I tried to make sense of which mailboxes and houses might go together, but they seemed oddly disconnected. And for as many times as I’ve reached into a mailbox for good mail, these mailboxes seemed desperately empty.

From this humble place, I began a collection. I’ve accumulated more than a dozen photographs of mailboxes taken within an hour’s drive from my home. The photographs in this series document moments when light and subject converge in a particular place, calling for attention, and infusing familiar scenes with meaning. Most come from rural routes and country roads, a few from small towns and cities, but none from subdivisions with mandated mailbox conformity. These mailboxes sit on stoops. They perch on single poles before white picket fences. They line up at trailer parks and campgrounds. They welcome visitors to farms and old home places. They dot the sides of winding backroads and mark dead ends with no turn arounds. Every home has a mailbox and in some manner, the mailbox, sits as a testament to faith as though we need to believe good news might arrive any day.

Mailboxes stand as a kind of sanctuary against change. Our conversations are now mostly by way of email and texting, but for all the connection the internet provides we are still often left lonely and lost and longing. Walking to the mailbox is a daily meditation for many folks. The quarter mile down the lane, along the wire fence nearly covered in poke weed, leads to the galvanized metal mailbox, where hope is delivered. In my own home, we race to see who can get to the mail first. Even though the mail is mostly junk, we live for the days when the mail has real handwritten letters and cards for us. We recall with joy the college acceptance letters, with solace the cards that came when my father passed away, and with gratitude the notes of encouragement that arrived when cancer made itself at home with us. Delivered directly to me by the Postal Service, thank-you’s and invitations along with postcards and letters keep me in good company. The miles between are dissolved by the simple act of raising the flag for outgoing mail.

When I stop and think about why I photograph mailboxes, the answer is fairly simple.

I guess I just like the idea of mail.

“I’ve always felt there is something sacred in a piece of paper that travels the earth from hand to hand, head to head, heart to heart.” – Robert Michael Pyle, Sky Time in Gray’s River: Living for Keeps in a Forgotten Place

If you’d like to receive good mail from me, drop me an email,, and we can exchange addresses.

We’d love for you to “Be Our Guest” — you can participate by tagging your photos #viewfindersio_beourguest or leave a comment and a link to your images in the comments box below.  We will feature one guest blogger at the beginning of each month. 

See you soon.



  1. What a beautiful series (and idea)! We live in a neighborhood with grouped generic mailbox cubbies; I miss having my very own mailbox at the end of the driveway!

    • It’s a wonderous thing how something we take for granted can become such an important part of our every day experience. Even a mailbox cubbie can hold good news. Here’s hoping you have a good mail day!

  2. I just love this series, Donna. It’s so very YOU! Similar to Leslie above, my neighborhood has matching mailboxes and we just lack originality. Oh how I long for the unique!

  3. What a fantastic series. Thank you so much for sharing it here!
    My husband and I used to write letters to one another back in the day. Fond memories.

    • Kirstin, I have a “keep” box, an old suitcase, filled with the dearest notes and letters and cards. I’m in the down-sizing phase of life, so I don’t keep everything, but I keep enough to remind me of what matters most in life. Wishing you a good mail day soon!

  4. oh, donna!

    brilliant, indeed. & i of course could not agree more wholeheartedly. your work + words serve as incandescent inspiration! wholehearted thanks. and this wonderful & toothsome morsel will stay with me for a long time :: “Mailboxes stand as a kind of sanctuary against change.”

    keep your flag up,
    miss polly

  5. Love this set, especially that last one 😉 What a fun project! Thanks for sharing, Donna.

  6. Thank you so much for sharing your words and images with us, Donna! I gave up written correspondence for email very reluctantly, and this series of yours completely charmed me!

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