The Disappearing Art of Post Offices


For a month after I stopped working at the Post Office, I found myself drawn to them like I was in a weird, abusive relationship-cycle. I began to take pictures of them to provide some… catharsis?… closure? I don’t know. Anyway, there’s no denying the how cool the typeface is on some of these.  Two of these are already shut down, which makes these pictures ready for the history books.


Small Victories

– First off, SD CityBeat (San Diego’s best paper) is running a reader poll for their upcoming photo issue and one of mine (pictured above) made the cut! If you could tell your all your friends, family, dogs, and Nigerian email scammers to go vote for Photo 10, that would mean the world to me!

– Me and Jay have been sending copies of our Clydestown project – an experiment in real-time story telling – over to the good folks at McSweeneys. The other day, we got a response from their managing editor, Jordan Bass:

Subject: Clydestown

Hey Ryan, and Jay, thanks for sending your calendar, and everything else–it looks like an epic undertaking, which is always fun to see. Hope it’s going great on your end, thus far–here’s wishing you great luck for the rest of the year. Many thanks for letting us see this one–

Jordan Bass, McSweeneys

It seems pretty astonishing that it got that far up the ladder considering how much mail they probably get. Anyway, it was certainly reinvigorating and motivation to step up our game during the second half of the project.

– Edgewater, my dark and sexy comic, is slowly becoming real. We just posted an update where you can see the transition from script to image. So fascinating!

Now if I could only find a way to get paid for doing this…

All the Dogs Want to Kill Me

Pictures taken while carrying mail in San Diego using one-time use, 400 ISO, 35 mm film (disposable, Rite Aid)

On the first day of training we watch an hour-long video about dogs and reading their language.

The mailman/dog relationship is no lie. It’s like they can smell it on you, a scent that triggers their hunting instinct. But the owners are worse. Opposite of owners who talk to their pets in baby voice are the ones who scold their pets as if they were aristocratic children.

"He won't bite you, but he will lick you to death," - Every dog owner.


Through the mail slot.