I left home today with two pieces of mail. One a DVD I sold on ebay and the other a disc of images for a client. That may seem mundane enough, except I took it to a protest of postal workers and waded through the crowd to place it in a blue box. Once my hands were free, I got to work capturing the very same people who would probably help deliver my items.
The media events seemed lack luster this year, but featured a very cool concept Kia crossover, the new Toyota Tundra and a Chevy turbo diesel.
Reuters recently published this story and a package of pictures I shot back in November. While delivering mail on Chicago’s North Side, Lakesha Dortch-Hardy spoke about how much she loves her job at the U.S. Postal Service, and how much it would hurt if jobs such as hers were to disappear.
After the worst drought in half a century hammered livestock producers like Hoelscher with record-high feed grain prices, there is renewed interest in raising pigs, an indication that the struggling hog industry is on the cusp of a recovery.
Every day I walk through the front door and step over my mail. When I pick it up, I never think about where its been or how its made it to my homeÃ¢â‚¬Â¦ God only knows, I guess.
Well sort of. After spending most of yesterday with United States Postal Service employees, I know a lot more about how it made its way to my door than ever before.