let it hang

Every house I have seen in Australia comes with a clothes line in the backyard. Some even have highly constructed ones that spin around and have many branches. Now its not regular to hang clothes on a clothes hanger, everyone wants to use a dryer. There are many ways to look at this and many thoughts are stirring.

When you dry your clothes in the open air it gives a sense of nature in your clothes. Natural winds and smells instead of energy powered wind that doesn’t have a story of where it came from. And there’s the obvious point of saving electricity and energy and space. It’s a win win here.

Obviously hanging clothes on a clothesline and then taking them off hours later does take time and energy, THAT’S GOOD. Since when is exuding energy outside and taking time in the silence and stirring of nature a bad thing.

Since I have come back from Australia I have been hanging my clothes to dry on the clothesline outside. I love doing it and I enjoy being in the sun by myself for a few minutes, I love getting outside and stretching and feeling the warmth.

Just something I was thinking while hanging up my clothes.

"funny how artists are told to specialize, as though curiosity isn't a talent, while wise investors diversify."

Caleb Neelon from JUXTAPOZ

Feel the dance
of the mind's wish
stepping firmly,
reeling, twirling:
priceless prints
in unseen soil

Prints In The Valley by Robert Carter

Walk away from the wall and
say to yourself: now I see
the maze that confused me
when i stood so close.
Take comfort in its endless,
shrinking safety.
And in each step see less of
each stone, feel none of the
sun's head captured in the
clay, and never again touch
the names carved into the
bricks b those who stood with
you in confusion, so close.

Prints In The Valley by Robert Carter

Understand innocense, and that
all actions are forgivable.
Children and fools are not
innocent; they are unknowing.
To be innocent, one must know of the trespasses possible.
So that he who is not capable
of evil, is not capable of good.

Prints In The Valley by Robert Carter

an Australian Adventure part ll

It is going to be different from last time, the thing is I don’t know how or in which direction or if ill like it or not. For the last couple of days I have been starting to feel again and I think I know its because I’m going to see him soon. On the 18^th of December to be exact, at about 10am at Southern Cross Station in Melbourne, Victoria. It was the same exact place where I met him a year ago in Australia. Our greetings will be much different. It is scary and uneasy being in the complete dark about something that I made happen by buying a ticket. I cant wait for the waiting to be over.