Last year I was walking through twisty streets in Scanno, Italy when I looked up and saw this laundry flapping in the gusty breeze. So much is occurring here that we can't see but can sense: the contrast between the durable Medieval stone wall and the impermanent cloth; the invisible presence of the wind bursting around sharp corners to grab the towel edges and fling them about; the mystery of who the person is who hung the fabric and will later take it down. I worked this scene for a while, experimenting with different relationships between sky, balcony, window and towels. I like this one the best.
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