A Tire Swing Story is a bite-sized "imagining" inspired by an object I discover while wandering. It could be a curbside trash gem or a message sprayed on a wall. A lost mitten, or an antique store find. Anything goes. I photograph the object and post them together, the story and its inspiration. There will be a new story every Monday and Wednesday. On Fridays, I'll discuss writing, life, love, and coffee. (In no particular order and maybe all at once.)

Friday, July 22, 2011

Casual Fridays: For the love of clothes lines

Hi guys. It's Britt. 
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

1 comment:

  1. 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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