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Some time ago, a friend mentioned how much she missed hanging her laundry outside to dry. She talked about the fresh-air scent that only sunshine and a breeze can create. I had to admit that clothes probably do smell better that way, though it’s still not something I personally long for.
After our conversation, I began noticing clotheslines more intentionally and even started photographing them during my travels. Something is charming about laundry swaying in the open air, and it reveals a bit about everyday life in the place. I’ve spotted clotheslines draped across balconies, stretched over front porches, strung above crowded streets, tucked along narrow medieval alleys, and brightening quiet country landscapes.
One
can not romanticize clotheslines too much without remembering that
not all days are warm and sunny. Growing up in Minneapolis, we had to
use the basement clothesline for much of the year.
For more clothesline art, I recommend: Category:Drying laundry in paintings - Wikimedia Commons. And the article “A Fine Line: TheArt of the Clothesline” - City Museum of New York website.
Thanks for reading my blog. Happy Spring—and I wish you all perfect, warm, and sunny clothesline weather ahead.
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