When I look at a clothesline in a village or a village house, I cannot help but see work. Even when I look at festive clothing, I see hard-working, suffering bodies. Bodies to which I owe so much!...
The stones understand the clothes and welcome the clothesline. They are rough when they rub against the clothes, but perhaps the clothes being hung out to dry are not very delicate either....
Clothes training for the Olympics. What I don't know is which way they jump. It depends on the wind, may be!...
A fleeting clothesline in a tourist flat. Probably sweaty clothes, washed in the bathtub while the person who wears them takes a shower. An emergency clothesline: wash, dry and wear tomorrow. The clothes are hung outside to dry, and the poor towel, poorly hung on...
Clotheslines of shadows with shadows hanging up....