This one comes from Bruce and I love it. Here's his story about his knickers on the line: "Here ya go Vickie, the other "Laundry on a Finnish Line" I promised you... I only had packed for a three day trip, thus being the fourth day and having had worn these clothes for a couple of days, they were ready to be washed. So the story goes that we (Tia, her brother Tomi and her dad) are alone in this place and I, without hesitation, stripped to my birthday suit and hand washed these in the lake, beating them against the large granite rock the formed the basin for the lake. It was quite refreshing spending so many hours in the buff, in broad daylight, not a care in the world, not many places in this world that you can do that without being eaten by bugs or bugged by people. This place felt soulful. Clothing didn't matter here, certainly not in a perverse sense, it was a truly spiritual place, naked before the world and the heavens above."
Thank you and thank Tia for me too - her socks rock. I love that you that you guys went from the States to Finland and remembered to take pictures of your laundry. My co-worker just got back from Australia and she apparently took pictures for me to post here. And don't forget to send me your laundry pic's from NZ as well. I just went to my home town in the Ottawa valley and took a picture of the original laundry line that inspired my love for watching laundry dry outside. There was this beautiful humming bird flying around it, but sadly it was too quick for my camera.
