You remember the name was Jensen. She seemed old
always alone inside, face pasted gray to the window,
and mail never came. Two blocks down the Grubskis
went insane. George played rotten trombone
Easter when they flew the flag. Wild roses
remind you the roads were gravel and vacant lots
the rule. Poverty was real, wallet and spirit,
and each day slow as church. You remember threadbare
church groups on the corner, howling their faith
at stars, and violent Holy Rollers
renting that barn for their annual violent sing
and the barn burned down when you came back from war.
—Richard Hugo, from “What Thou Lovest Well Remains American”
Chris Bronsk 
Cool, thanks a lot.
I’d say not at all – the building is what it is. I really like your combination of text and reportage – it has a real edge to it. Yes, Yreka looks a fascinating place.
Thanks, Richard. Really glad you liked the post. Wasn’t sure if Lodge was too heavy-handed. Trying stuff out. Yreka is an interesting town.
Really nice sequence (and text). Love that first (and last) eloquent shot.
Thanks, Tim.
I like the photo because of the two boxes that are closed compared with the two open. Obviously, the one stuffed really makes the photo. Good eye to catch this.
Thank you, Tim. The boxes were black, not very rusty, but nicely dented with use. I’m glad you enjoyed the post.
Very nice group of photos. I know you are shooting b&w but I’m curious as to the colors of the four mail boxes.