Whoever gets out of the car through the passenger door bare-face with the clothes. He could, should do it, kiss them as in a domestic and family wearing of Allegiance; as a sign of respect. I would kiss it....
When I look at a country laundry, I look at a washing machine. It released up time and bondage. It saved early mornings and dipping (female) hands in cold water. Now only one person, the only one who lives and passes near, uses this community laundry...
Hands that know how to care plants know how to treat delicate garments. Or the other way around. Hands. The delicate ones....
Clothes and wind dance a visceral dance, devoid of modesty, instinctive, reactive. Who starts the dance? The wind when it blows or the clothes when they hung up? The wind twists the clothes, dries the ropes, rusts the irons; the clothes hit the wind against the...
