The final shot in my Scenes on Screens week features The Barefoot Sub who I first at Eroticon in 2019. Back then we briefly talked about doing some photos but we live a long way from each other and so it’s never happened. But like I said earlier in the week, the joy of this project is being able to photograph people who aren’t local to me and a few weeks back I got to hang outline with her and watch her tie her legs. I hope when ‘all this’ is over we get to do some photographs in real life as she has some incredible landscapes near her. Do check out her site for some fabulous photos in the wild.
I couldn’t decide on a title for this post and the only word that was sticking in my head was lust. Mainly because seeing this man naked, whether that’s in the flesh, flicking through old photos or on the screen for a remote photo session always just makes me feel lusty and content.
Sitting here with my Saturday brew I idly Googled ‘what’s the colour of lust?’ thinking ‘wouldn’t it be funny if it’s blue,’ and goodness me, it is! God know why lust is one of the seven deadly sins though. How can something that makes me smile this much be a sin?
Today, Scenes on Screens is going from the dark moodiness of yesterday’s Goth Tits to the vibrancy of Ruth’s propagator! I love the life and colour in this photo. I’ve become a bit of a paranoid plant parent during this third lockdown so as well it being fun to catch up with Ruth and get this photo it was also reassuring to be on the receiving end of her matter of fact gardening wisdom! My takeaway was some things will inevitably die so don’t worry about it! Do check out her fab February Photo Fest too!
You may think that Scenes on Screens is such a new project that there couldn’t possibly be a Throwback Thursday. WRONG! I started this project in lockdown two and back in November Missy sat for this shot. We’ve been in this interminable pandemic soup for so long I have remote images that quality for Throwback Thursday!
The title for this post comes from an excellent Twitter thread about birds named by humans who hate them. Honestly, if you didn’t see it at the time I suggest you check it out!
There are some folk who always need to be on my February Photo Fest – it just wouldn’t be the same without them! – and Honey is one of them. So a few weeks back when we were getting her Farewell Forties we got one for my Scenes on Screens in the bag too.
Photographing people in real life is a joy but it’s rather limited to the people in my vicinity. Our community has brought me many friendships that are too far afield for us to be able to casually drop a photo adventure into a day. Until pandemic times!
In the shit storm of this year, many good things have occurred and I definitely count Scenes on Screens as one of them. If I hadn’t been forced into finding new ways to keep the collaborative creativity of this blog alive I would not have spent so much time popping into people’s homes across the UK and around the world.
Last night I spent a happy hour hanging out with the delicious Unmentionable and Mr Unmentionable. This was our favourite shot but there’s more that will undoubtably appear here or on their timelines at some point.
Chionophile: from the Greek words for snow (chion) and phile (lover of), a chionophile is someone who loves and thrives in cold weather.
Week three of February Photo Fest and we move onto my Scenes on Screens week, where all the images will be photos that I have taken of other people. They are in their environments and I’m photographing them through my laptop using a Zoom link.
I’m starting with this photo of the delightful Tabitha Rayne. We took this on Friday when both her patch of Scotland and my bit of South London was gleaming white. I’ve woken up today to grey and rain all the snow is gone. By the weekend we have sunshine and 16 degrees forecast. I though I better get the snowy shot in early while it still feels timely!
This Sinful Sunday is the last day of the fabulous Honey’s forties. If things had gone to plan a whole bunch of us would not be sat at home eating takeaways, playing games, chatting on Twitter (delete as appropriate), we’d be all partying hard together. And the photos definitely wouldn’t be at all remote!
But that’s not how things have gone so Honey’s birthday is another celebration that’s on the slate for later in the year. Happily, she and I only live a couple of miles apart so we’ll have a walk tomorrow and the weekend won’t be entirely Honey-free!
I’m very lucky that she lives so close. It means that even during this strangest of years, we’ve still managed to have some excellent adventures. I had a simply brilliant sunny afternoon with her and Jaffa, I very much enjoyed introducing her to an excellent person in my life and we giggled uncontrollably as we nearly got caught naked in a very busy cemetery!
Thank for being a fabulous friend, Honey. Sorry your 50th won’t be quite what you hoped for, but we’ll all definitely make up for it, just as soon as we can! And I just know you’re going to make the next decade your best yet!
O Christmas Tree! O Christmas Tree!
Much pleasure thou can’st give me;
How often has the Christmas tree
Afforded me the greatest glee!
O Christmas Tree! O Christmas Tree!
Much pleasure thou can’st give me.
Scenes on Screens is back this weekend I bring you the gorgeous Maria and her utterly delightful Christmas tree. It glistens with the antique glass baubles that Maria found in the antic of the house she bought a few years ago. What a lucky find!
“Every word a woman writes changes the story of the world, revises the official version.” Carolyn See
Those of you who’ve been around these parts a while may remember the time a few years back where I leapt on stage at the Royal Festival Hall and got naked. In the process I met two amazing women (this one and this one) who I’m now very happy to call good friends. I mean, what a way to start a friendship eh? I think you could call us bosom buddies!
This evening Nat and I hopped online for some photos (and wine!). It happened that today she’s been at a virtual writers’ gathering and had been working on a lovely old typewriter. So I popped her on the shelf next to my old typewriter and snapped away.