--- very similar to the last one, just wind tousling hair ---
After a few shots at the heavy gate, Mrs. Pix started wandering off according to her own inclinations. And you can bet that wherever the naked Mrs. Pix wanders, I follow. While she strikes poses for me per request, in this little cluster of shots she was not posing at all – she wandered to a point that was essentially an overlook, where the hillside fell away from the road and the warm wind broke over the edge like invisible waves of heat breaking on the shore. At the road’s edge, that warmth was luxurious on her bare skin and she just basked in the full sun and warm air on her skin and through her hair, looking out over the beautiful countryside. This “queen of the world” moment tells all, really.
I’m posting a few of these with just subtle differences because I like them all – especially the depth of field and the tousling of her hair. There will be one in wide format that is probably my favorite of the cluster.
After a few shots at the heavy gate, Mrs. Pix started wandering off according to her own inclinations. And you can bet that wherever the naked Mrs. Pix wanders, I follow. While she strikes poses for me per request, in this little cluster of shots she was not posing at all – she wandered to a point that was essentially an overlook, where the hillside fell away from the road and the warm wind broke over the edge like invisible waves of heat breaking on the shore. At the road’s edge, that warmth was luxurious on her bare skin and she just basked in the full sun and warm air on her skin and through her hair, looking out over the beautiful countryside. This “queen of the world” moment tells all, really.
I’m posting a few of these with just subtle differences because I like them all – especially the depth of field and the tousling of her hair. There will be one in wide format that is probably my favorite of the cluster.
This series aims to bring what I hope might be a breath of fresh air into quarantine. These come from one of our many road trips, literally from the side of the road. We were trundling down the highway in our customary fashion, with Mrs. Pix nude in the seat beside me. I felt inclined to break the monotony of the highway by turning off at a random point to see what we could see “off road”. We followed a side road to where it became less well maintained and eventually came to a heavy gate obviously intended to bar further progress. Being well off the highway at what appeared to be the end of the line, we felt comfortable getting out to stretch our legs and, yes, snag a few photos.
Mrs. Pix was very comfortable and in her element – the sun was brilliant, the air was warm, and there was a warm breeze breaking over the hills that obviously felt good to her, tousling her hair and making her skin feel … well … alive. We posed quite a few shots, many of them managing to catch the mood of how good she felt basking naked.
Well … we both were a little too comfortable and grew inattentive. At a point when we were rather well away from our car, to our surprise, another car came trundling down the same side road. We were too far away to take cover, so we ended up just standing there meekly as the other car came by. Smiles and waves were exchanged. The other car paused at the gate, the passenger got out and opened the gate, just swinging it aside, and they passed through. More waves, and they were gone. Oops.
Hopefully, these shots may help you feel a little of that freshness; something probably all of us can use these days. There are a number of them, maybe a little repetitive; maybe you can find a favorite.
This series aims to bring what I hope might be a breath of fresh air into quarantine. These come from one of our many road trips, literally from the side of the road. We were trundling down the highway in our customary fashion, with Mrs. Pix nude in the seat beside me. I felt inclined to break the monotony of the highway by turning off at a random point to see what we could see “off road”. We followed a side road to where it became less well maintained and eventually came to a heavy gate obviously intended to bar further progress. Being well off the highway at what appeared to be the end of the line, we felt comfortable getting out to stretch our legs and, yes, snag a few photos.
Mrs. Pix was very comfortable and in her element – the sun was brilliant, the air was warm, and there was a warm breeze breaking over the hills that obviously felt good to her, tousling her hair and making her skin feel … well … alive. We posed quite a few shots, many of them managing to catch the mood of how good she felt basking naked.
Well … we both were a little too comfortable and grew inattentive. At a point when we were rather well away from our car, to our surprise, another car came trundling down the same side road. We were too far away to take cover, so we ended up just standing there meekly as the other car came by. Smiles and waves were exchanged. The other car paused at the gate, the passenger got out and opened the gate, just swinging it aside, and they passed through. More waves, and they were gone. Oops.
Hopefully, these shots may help you feel a little of that freshness; something probably all of us can use these days. There are a number of them, maybe a little repetitive; maybe you can find a favorite.
This series aims to bring what I hope might be a breath of fresh air into quarantine. These come from one of our many road trips, literally from the side of the road. We were trundling down the highway in our customary fashion, with Mrs. Pix nude in the seat beside me. I felt inclined to break the monotony of the highway by turning off at a random point to see what we could see “off road”. We followed a side road to where it became less well maintained and eventually came to a heavy gate obviously intended to bar further progress. Being well off the highway at what appeared to be the end of the line, we felt comfortable getting out to stretch our legs and, yes, snag a few photos.
Mrs. Pix was very comfortable and in her element – the sun was brilliant, the air was warm, and there was a warm breeze breaking over the hills that obviously felt good to her, tousling her hair and making her skin feel … well … alive. We posed quite a few shots, many of them managing to catch the mood of how good she felt basking naked.
Well … we both were a little too comfortable and grew inattentive. At a point when we were rather well away from our car, to our surprise, another car came trundling down the same side road. We were too far away to take cover, so we ended up just standing there meekly as the other car came by. Smiles and waves were exchanged. The other car paused at the gate, the passenger got out and opened the gate, just swinging it aside, and they passed through. More waves, and they were gone. Oops.
Hopefully, these shots may help you feel a little of that freshness; something probably all of us can use these days. There are a number of them, maybe a little repetitive; maybe you can find a favorite.
This post is sort of “testing the waters”. It doesn’t take a lot of imagination to anticipate where this could lead as a sequence. I find that people have varied tastes for this sort of thing, so you can take this as a foreshadowing of some posting you may wish to follow or skip, depending.
Yes, this is real. It is a couple of years old, but Mrs. Pix wore the same costume – “Eve” – to a similar party just last weekend. The scenario extends well beyond the photo or even the party. On both occasions, the one a couple of years ago, pictured, and the one just last weekend, Mrs. Pix committed to her personification of “Eve” quite thoroughly, beginning all the way back at home, leaving our house and riding to the party naked and barefoot (i.e. nude in public), to remain completely nude until finally back at home again at the end of the evening.
It was amusing both to us and our friends that our costumes harmonized in a sacrilegious theme, and we felt compelled to pose a picture with “Eve” between “Bishop Bob” and “Sister Mary Slut”. I like this photo a lot. Though it was taken pretty much on the fly, I like the fact that all six hands are visible (note the fingertips on Mrs. Pix's shoulder); a subtle detail that lends nice character to the shot. I would have loved to include Bob’s bishop’s miter and Mary’s coif and veil, but you get the idea, I think. Also, those of you that can view the hi-res version will see that there is an artful texture to the detail of this shot, suggestive of brush strokes, that is entirely an artifact of the ambient light of the party. No filters have been applied to create that nice effect – it is raw from the camera.
Want to party with Mrs. Pix? This might be what you could see …