It was one of those days when I was super-aware of how dependent one is on interesting light when it comes to taking photographs - that slant of sunshine, that golden glow, the clouds lighting up pink and gold at dawn. Today was unredeemably flat, chilly, grey. But even greyness in the vast sky here has its appeal, as I found when I went out to manufacture a clothes line, with pulleys (twine, stones - shades of camping a million years ago). Subtext - I think our clothes drier may be broken. On the other hand, I never had a drier growing up - my father still doesn't have a drier - and if he can manage almost 97 years without one, I think that we can be brave and resourceful until the end of the pandemic.
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