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Line Dancing

I watch the wet washing as it billows
 in the blustery breeze
 the shirts soak up the sunlight 
as they haphazardly dance upon their tightrope
so trying to escape their tethered prison

I change my camera settings and I dart amongst 
the furious folds of cotton 
 I am compelled to capture these stunning shapes and smiles.

Post of the day at Authorblog, thank you  David!!!


  1. You are waxing lyrical! Lovely poem and photos! Showery, here, today, I'm afraid. It is great to be able to dry your washing outside, isn't it?

  2. I love that you dry your clothes on a line. They smell so good, and it's good for the earth. Your photos are especially nice in black and white. Like capturing a picture of the wind.

    Did you get your book, A River Runs Through It, started? I didn't even think about spoiling the story for readers--sorry--and right away after reading your comment, I put a note about that into the post. ♥

  3. Loved the use of the pictures to prove your point of the clothes "dancing" on the line. Great shots, great post.

  4. That was a very enjoyable read and put my head in a very happy place. Thank you!
    AND, I don't consider you frumpy in the slightest!

  5. I've given up hanging washing out - it annoys the Weather Gods more than anything else I know.

  6. Billy Connolly tells a story from David Hockney, who was a neighbor in California (the unforgettable Pearblossom Highway). David's mother was visiting from Bradford, Yorkshire, in the UK. One morning, gazing out over some of the most expensive real estate in the world, Mrs. Hockney sighed, "A lovely drying day like today, and not a washing line in sight!"

  7. anon- tell it like it is mentality...gotta love it! Just smell that washing when its brought in...Mmmmm!!!

  8. Cute post! I line dry mine too.
    Check your hot mail.

  9. You put me to shame, Saz!

    Phew! I'm exhausted just from watching you! Lovely words and gorgeous pictures, moments captured forever, and treasured for the beauties that they are...

    Thank you, merci mille, mon amie aimable xox

  10. Lovely words and interesting pictures and thank you for your lovely message today on my increasingly nightmarish scenario - very good advice...that month off idea - think you're right Lx

  11. A veritable Ballet of the Shirts!

  12. Most beautiful washing I've ever seen:)

  13. Oh, how lovely, pictures and words in the wind.

  14. Oh what a delightful perspective your photos bring...and such playful lines!!! You are genius! Love this!~Janine XO

  15. I'm liking the black and white on these shirts. And I'm feeling terribly failed as I've only gotten my laundry out once this year.

  16. Brilliant.

    Cotton-pickin' (!!!) brilliant.

  17. Really, really great pics - loved it! :)

  18. Oh, I love these photos. The black and white is just perfect.

  19. Love the black and white effect.

  20. That's why I love photography. You just never know where you will find an amazing picture. Who would have thought of laundry? Beautiful pictures.

  21. Darling, I did read this, and your other new post, but have been brain dead for the last couple of days. This is perfect, and I can smell that wonderful freshness that you just can't reproduce in a tumble dryer.XX

  22. That looks fantastic in black and white! Well captured!

  23. Came here from Family Affairs (went to Florida with Lulu)....drawn by the name as has a LARGE (ho ho) resonance with love love those pictures....and have been wandering back and love the rest of your blog too. Now going to resist reading the others as HAVE to do some work!! But I shall return. j

  24. Great shots and great words, xv.

  25. True artistry. What a wonderful gift - to see beauty in the mundanities of everyday life. The world needs more souls such as yours.

  26. what a terrific capture and the words that accompany this...
    came over from POTD this morning.
    glad i did :)

  27. We don't have clotheslines here and I find that really strange - especially in a world that is trying to save energy.

    I miss that smell - fresh off the line - but not the ironing.

    Besides - it snowed here - again - no sign of spring around here yet except for the green grass peeping through the white.

  28. I'm DANCING!!!!!! I'm so thrilled!!!! This is indeed a winning post!!!!!!!!!! Congratulations on POTD!!! You are fab; your blog is fantastic; this post phenomenal!!!! Bravo! Encore...~Janine XO

  29. I followed you here from ExmoorJane's. The Blog title rang many bells!

    Love your photographs, something else we seem to share apart from 'Fat Frumpy and Fifty'!

  30. Fabulous photys FFF. I love washingon lines.

  31. nothing smells better that clothes that have been dried on the line. I wish I could sink my nose into them!

  32. Who would've thought drying laundry could be graceful... but in your photos, it is!

  33. What lovely laundry! Great photos! I came over from David's authorblog. Congratulations on the Post of the Day Award!

  34. what an absolutely wonderful view about the smiles in the cotton folds...

  35. Loved the lyrical poem
    Loved the photos
    Loved the fact you won POTD
    Very well deserved and congratulations ~ Eddie

  36. How clever are you! Glad I found your blog.

    I love Ken Follett by the way.

  37. Wow! I love this post. Congrats on POTD! Woot-woot.


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