In Chimneys, we find ourselves on a New York rooftop, two pairs of cranked chimneys framing our view, in the foreground. A fully draped washing-line runs horizontal across the background; and only eventually do we spot a lady in the mid-distance, huddled on a sun-chair with her newspaper. Presumably she's grabbing a few moments' rest after hanging up the washing, and Kertész's layout neatly hides her away from initial view, just as she hides herself away in the world of her reading.
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