Moment: Hannah Covey
© Hannah Covey
By Hannah Covey
Two years ago, I was walking through the alleyway behind my house when I noticed my neighbour’s laundry line had clothing hanging to dry. They have the third floor, so their line is quite high, and in in the slight breeze it was swaying lazily in the wind. This wave felt like a familiar invitation. I took the photo and continued home.
Several weeks later, after the film was developed and I saw the image for the first time, the thought crossed my mind of going to knock on their door and introduce myself to share some of my photos. However, in the end I decided not to. Although I have always felt a certain tenderness towards them and their linens, they are still strangers to me and like the idea that we are both unknown to each other. And so I will continue my quiet documentation in unnamed silence.
