Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Clotheslines





Another favourite photographic subject of mine is clotheslines and I receive more feedback from viewers on my Clotheslines Gallery than any other I have on line. I find that interesting because here in Newfoundland and Labrador I see clotheslines in most communities I visit. Apparently, many communities around the world have banned this energy-efficient method of drying clothes.

To be honest, I can't remember exactly why I started photographing clotheslines in the first place. Maybe it was the colourful clothing blowing in the wind with the ocean in the background, or the presence of icebergs or lawn art as shown in today's images. I have built quite a collection of clothesline images, several of which have been used on web sites and in magazines around the world. I plan to share a few more over the next few days.


1 comment:

Anonymous said...

The Clothesline Said So Much

A clothesline was a news forecast
To neighbours passing by.
There were no secrets you could keep
When clothes were hung to dry.

It also was a friendly link
For neighbours always knew
If company had stopped on by
To spend a night or two.

For then you'd see the fancy sheets
And towels on the line;
You'd see the company table clothes
With intricate design.

The line announced a baby's birth
To folks who lived inside
As brand new infant clothes were hung
So carefully with pride.

The ages of the children could
So readily be known
By watching how the sizes changed
You'd know how much they'd grown.

It also told when illness struck,
As extra sheets were hung;
Then nightclothes, and a bathrobe, too,
Haphazardly were strung.

It said, "Gone on vacation now"
When lines hung limp and bare.
It told, "We're back!" when full lines sagged
With not an inch to spare.

New folks in town were scorned upon
If wash was dingy grey,
As neighbours raised their brows,
And looked disgustedly away.

But clotheslines now are of the past
For dryers make work less.
Now what goes on inside a home
Is anybody's guess.

I really miss that way of life.
It was a friendly sign
When neighbours knew each other best
By what hung on the line!

Author: Marilyn K. Walker