Post Office and community bulletin board in Henrieville, Utah.
I immediately liked this few blocks of ungentrified old houses and gnarled fruit trees in a remote part of Utah. As I stopped to read the town bulletin board (a chance I can never pass up), it was apparent that the Post Office was the place to exchange news and pleasantries with neighbors. As people came and went, they smiled and said hi to me with a familiarity suggesting they thought I was in town to visit someone they knew. I could imagine them thinking something like, "That must be Mabel's boy."