A side porch in North Carolina is where I borrowed the ancient washing machine and abandoned materials. The weathered siding came from a garage in Tennessee. Together they hint at a time before everything was electric, fast and disposable.Sometimes taking a step backward isn’t wrong. My memories of my grandmother spending all morning with a wringer washer and hanging the clothes on a double line across her front yard are strong. My job was to capture the errant clothespins and corral them in a pouch that waved in the breeze.. The kitchen smelled from warm soapy water and the scent of the clothes was a blend of sunshine and zinnias. Detergents and fabric softeners can’t compete with the memory.
August 1, 2012
Laundry Days
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appropriatelyfrayed 
August 1st, 2012 at 4:57 pm
Your writing and photography skills are a lovely combination; it is delightful to spend time in your creative space.
August 1st, 2012 at 8:42 pm
Thank you so much! I can’t really tell you how much I appreciate your kind words.
August 3rd, 2012 at 12:16 pm
You photo could tell so many stories! I love the “forgotten” feel of the items in it. So powerful how one image can bring such a flood of memories. I remember the squeaky sound of the clothesline my mom used to have in her backyard, and the image of her reaching out across it to hang/collect more clothes. Thanks for sharing…beautiful work as always, and I enjoy learning about new ways to photograph things from your posts!