I love to see laundry on the line. There's a dreamlike, ethereal quality to those disembodied garments fluttering in the breeze. A touch of sunlight momentarily transforms the humblest t-shirt into cloth of kings, and I feel a comforting, domestic sense of things-as-they-should-be when I see a full clothesline on a sunny day.
It feels like home.
This photo was published in JPG Magazine.
