Line Dancing

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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!!!

Comments

  1. Mean Mom1:42 pm, May 17, 2009

    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?

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  2. sallymandy2:19 pm, May 17, 2009

    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. ♥

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  3. Jeni2:36 pm, May 17, 2009

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

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  4. Kitty4:55 pm, May 17, 2009

    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!

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  5. Scriptor Senex4:59 pm, May 17, 2009

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

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  6. Anonymous5:17 pm, May 17, 2009

    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!"

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  7. Saz5:36 pm, May 17, 2009

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

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  8. dot6:18 pm, May 17, 2009

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

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  9. A Woman Of No Importance6:47 pm, May 17, 2009

    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

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  10. family affairs8:06 pm, May 17, 2009

    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

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  11. Jinksy8:19 pm, May 17, 2009

    A veritable Ballet of the Shirts!

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  12. Suburbia8:32 pm, May 17, 2009

    Most beautiful washing I've ever seen:)

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  13. Rosaria Williams9:00 pm, May 17, 2009

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

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  14. Sniffles and Smiles9:04 pm, May 17, 2009

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

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  15. Woman in a Window11:15 pm, May 17, 2009

    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.

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  16. david mcmahon4:07 am, May 18, 2009

    Brilliant.

    Cotton-pickin' (!!!) brilliant.

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  17. BS5 Blogger4:57 am, May 18, 2009

    Really, really great pics - loved it! :)

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  18. PurestGreen6:54 am, May 18, 2009

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

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  19. colleen12:45 pm, May 18, 2009

    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.

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  20. Anonymous6:02 pm, May 18, 2009

    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

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  21. jay7:27 pm, May 18, 2009

    That looks fantastic in black and white! Well captured!

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  22. Exmoorjane7:54 am, May 19, 2009

    Came here from Family Affairs (went to Florida with Lulu)....drawn by the name as has a LARGE (ho ho) resonance with me...love 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

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  23. vicki archer9:00 am, May 19, 2009

    Great shots and great words, xv.

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  24. ethelmaepotter!12:01 pm, May 19, 2009

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

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  25. erin12:22 pm, May 19, 2009

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

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  26. aims3:02 pm, May 19, 2009

    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.

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  27. Sniffles and Smiles3:30 pm, May 19, 2009

    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

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  28. Zoë4:06 pm, May 19, 2009

    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'!

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  29. Calico Kate5:17 pm, May 19, 2009

    Fabulous photys FFF. I love washingon lines.
    CKx

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  30. Grace Albaugh5:27 pm, May 19, 2009

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

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  31. Janie6:28 pm, May 19, 2009

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

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  32. Cheffie-Mom7:24 pm, May 19, 2009

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

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  33. NG7:53 pm, May 19, 2009

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

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  34. Eddie Bluelights11:39 pm, May 19, 2009

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

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  35. From the Old InkWell2:18 am, May 20, 2009

    How clever are you! Glad I found your blog.

    I love Ken Follett by the way.

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  36. Susan English Mason1:48 am, May 27, 2009

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

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