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India Flint's avatar

A little over forty years ago I enthusiastically began photographing washing hung out to dry. I must have amassed at least a hundred photos :: washing on hills hoists, washing strung on lines in meadows, washing spanning alleyways in France and Italy, washing flung across fragrant hedges. Ironically, the entire collection was ruined in a flood, and not just any flood. It happened that the dugout (a kind of cellar attached to the two room asbestos shack we lived in on the fringe of the Andanooka Opal Fields) filled with water on one of the rare occasions we were absent. The irony was multi-fold. Firstly that the slides were damaged by water, secondly that it happened in a region where the mean annual rainfall was 4 inches, and all of it had decided to descend in one day. I wish now that I had kept those damaged transparencies … the abstract prints from them could well have been things of beauty.

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Carmen's avatar

I completely agree that the concept is simple but the execution difficult. But it’s a total game changer!

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