Okay, well, you might think this is weird or pervy, but I really love clothes lines. When I'm traveling, or even just making my way through my day, I love to take pictures of them. I think the clothes line tells stories.
Stories about the people who live in a place, what they do for a living. Little hints as to how their lives are lived.
Socks and shirts and nightgowns fluttering. Table cloths and wool socks.
I dunno, I find something romantic about it. And you can't beat the smell of sheets that have dried in the sunshine.
Am I crazy?
Hang yourself out there this weekend, story makers. See you back here on Monday.
Britt
Stories about the people who live in a place, what they do for a living. Little hints as to how their lives are lived.
Socks and shirts and nightgowns fluttering. Table cloths and wool socks.
I dunno, I find something romantic about it. And you can't beat the smell of sheets that have dried in the sunshine.
Am I crazy?
Hang yourself out there this weekend, story makers. See you back here on Monday.
Britt
You are not crazy. I use my clothesline all the time. However, living where I do, when Fall arrives and the leaves are off the trees, you can see my line from the main road. I have had someone comment once about seeing my "belongings" on the clothesline. Hmmm....what were they thinking when they saw a skimpy black nighty or my underclothing? :-) It was only slightly creepy that they made a comment to me. lol. but I love my line too much to care.
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