“Come and look out through the window
That big old moon is shining down
Tell me now, don’t it remind you
Of a blanket on the ground.”
Billie Jo Spears
I’m very obvious under a big old sun not a big old moon, but I’m definitely on a blanket on the ground!
“Come to the woods, for here is rest.
There is no repose like that of the green deep woods.
Sleep in forgetfulness of all ill.”
If had to choose my favourite photo from my lockdown photo project I think it would be this one. I love my legs, they’re the part of me that always give me confidence, even if I may be feeling ‘meh’ about the rest of me. I love their shape, their length and I really love getting messages back from lovers telling me how much they’d like my legs to be wrapped around them at that moment. Comments like that are a Pavlovian Bell for happy hot memories.
But I love this photo not just for my legs but for the woods. It’s no secret how much I love photographing in the woods but these woods now have a special place in my heart. I spent a huge amount of time wandering round the Great North Wood during lockdown and by the end of it I’d visited all the accessible patches of it (and snapped a daily photo in many of them!). Discovering all this woodland has been an absolute joy – so much so that I’ve now signed up to be a volunteer for the conservation work! I may keep my clothes on for the volunteering!
I sent this photo with the caption: “I hope I get to wear fancy shoes and flash my cunt in real life before I lose my teeth.” That time will come and while lockdown celibacy may seem endless, I’m pretty confident I’ll still have my teeth when it does! But until that time I’ll just keep putting myself in the frame for my daily photos.
The photo that’s been chosen for today’s Sinful Sunday was photo number 51. I’d briefly toyed with stopping the daily photos at number 50, thinking maybe it was becoming boring for the recipients and because creativity can occasionally go frustratingly MIA when available locations are limited.
But when I woke on Thursday I realised I’d miss it if I stopped so later that day, while enjoying the afternoon light that bathes my room on sunny days, I snapped this shot and sent it with with the caption ‘51: afternoon light and lockdown bush!’ It’s been one of the most well-received photos of the series so I guess it’s a good job I carried on!
If you saw last week’s post you’ll know that I’m doing a photo a day during lockdown. At the moment I’m really enjoying the daily dose of creativity and so far they’re being well-received. Not sure how I’ll be by the time we’re out of this though; I did joke to one recipient that after three months I may be sending photos of out of control chin hair and chipped toe nails!
One of the things I’m doing is putting the decision on which of the seven photos gets my Sinful Sunday spot out to the recipients. This week Exhibit A got the decision making baton. When I asked him for his pick of the week/pic of the week he replied: “do you even need to ask??” and sent this one back to me. *sigh*
I did tweet it earlier in the week as an outtake but I wasn’t expecting it to have a permanent home on my blog, but you can’t change the rules of a game once it’s started just because you don’t like the outcome. So here I am, wedged naked between my exercise ball and the wall, legs akimbo. To be fair, this photo had created a lot of amusement this week. Even my mother has received it!
Earlier in the week I went fishing. On OK Cupid. Now, I’ve generally had good experiences from that app and I’ve never really understood why people moan about it so much. I thought I’d struck lucky again with some good app-based chat with a man who I seemed to have a lot in common with, in and out of the bedroom. I gave him my number. Within 10 minutes of being in my WhatsApp he was suggesting I “get back into the habit of wearing stockings and heels because they slim the thighs and lengthen the legs.” When I called him on the inappropriateness of suggesting to a woman she wear something because of its slimming qualities he called me an “extremist feminist.” So I’ve thrown him back in the sea.
I continue to rock my tights and flats quite happily, smug in the knowledge he’ll never get to see how long and slim my legs are. It doesn’t mean I don’t agree with him about the aesthetic appeal of stockings though. If someone rocks the look I can’t deny they look hot as fuck!
Photo and post title by Livvy. Stockings rocked by Exhibit A.
Carved by time and tide,
Every pebble a sculpture,
The wonderful thing about beaches is they accommodate so many interests. Whether you want to run, sleep, read, build sand castles, picnic or swim, there’s enough space and freedom to accommodate everyone.
Some people visit them to take nude photographs, others visit them to hunt for treasure. The thing is, some people are so absorbed in their own interest they miss the treasure right under their nose…