•July 2, 2015 • Leave a Comment
a year ago i got hit with a series of bad luck days – everything from food poisoning ( oh my gosh – never ever had I been so sick. ever.) house vandalism, falling ceiling issues, car issues, hvac issues, and the continued issue of not being able to afford my home. i was at a low. i took a series of face shots when i started to get over the stomach stuff – the sun was streaming in and I couldn’t get enough of it, and i saw “me” again. despite being down. i knew i could get to the other side of it all. while i won’t share the face shots here, cuz that wouldn’t be very anonymous of me. i enjoy the abstract nature of these enough to share.
odessa – mr cowboy’s shepard came to stay with me for a week during that time. i took a zillion images of her and got use to her good company. now that i live with them both, i have a zillion trillion of her. she’s a goof of a dog, but very very beautiful to look at, and still very good company.
•June 24, 2015 • 4 Comments
very early in my artful nude self portrait days i had an experience on a drive home wearing this very tunic.
i had this man in my mind, someone i wanted to meet, tryst with, someone i ached to touch.
it was a virtual man.
unfortunately not a reality.
driving home i noticed my thick hair as it fell on my back
its wisps ticking the side of my neck
i experienced the swell of my breasts as they billowed
my finger caressed my swell
goosebumps found me
the drive was tedious
i entertained myself in my mind
by thinking that he
was waiting for me.
when i arrived home that day
i was wound up.
hot for the imagined man
and his want of me.
the images i took in those moments were really sexy.
and the first of that kind.
prompted by fantasy and lust.
exampling lonely at that time.
this more recent shot reminds me of that series.
grabbing at myself and enjoying it.
we are in the thick of it now, are we not?
two becoming one.
hot and vibrant.
•June 17, 2015 • 6 Comments
first picture. the intensity of shadows. they truly pull me to them. love the little holes of the metal steps casting themselves. playing with shadows pleases me. my non-nude self. the way i see things.
following images just amuse me to no end. they capture me in my alone space. i was hot and sweaty, i tried wearing a pony tail – it had been years, i found myself pulling at it – like a playful child. i was cooking, dishes needed to be done, my feet were dirty. it was sunny. i was happy.
•June 10, 2015 • 2 Comments
i so remember this day.
a summer weekend morning
light streaming in from those two very large windows.
such gorgeous light.
he was arriving soon.
on his way.
i would get so very very very
at the thought of him on his way
to see me.
•June 4, 2015 • 4 Comments
wore this dress on date #3
it wasn’t on for even 5 minutes.
once he arrived.
that dress was off.
i loved that date.
our dates after that were very often like that.
hungry to see, taste and touch each other.
missing each other ever so.
now that it’s full time
we don’t miss each other that way.
the hungry groping occurs in different ways
i still anticipate his coming home
and most often
i do still hunger for him
without my panties.
i just have to graciously
let him re-group from a day at work
or a task at hand
or the things to do
that come with
my little garden had sprouted a bit that day
i only had one of these red flowers all year.
sure am glad i photographed it.
feel that way about so many things.
if i hadn’t captured it
i wouldn’t be able to revisit the moment
ever so fondly.
•June 3, 2015 • 8 Comments
random mirror hanging, and/or random masturbating, or a random missing of these tree leaves that turn into these glorious colorful heart shapes, to the annual affection for one of my favorite flowers ever …the peony.
that’s what today’s sharing is about.
a friend asked me recently now that i have mr cowboy why do i continue to blog
it’s a good question
1. i am an artist – i need to see my work evolving
2. i love the journal/autobiographical aspect of it
3. i adore the attention posting brings me. understatement.
there will be times when mr cowboy can’t be all
i still have to find my own ways of fueling my creativity.
blogging provides all of that.
the same goes for sex.
i am more sexual active than ever before these days
yet, i still touch/play with myself regularly.
i feel like it’s such a natural release
it arouses me of course
certain times it’s been a way to enhance our sex
i wish i knew why so many don’t talk about self touch.
why is that??
•May 28, 2015 • 4 Comments
takes a bit of time to find the nuances of light.
perhaps a bit like it takes a bit of time to immerse into
another human being.
while seeing each other part time.
i had to find the light at two places at one time.
i felt the divide
like the holding on we do at the end of a hug.
something about it just pulls a certain way.
in the mornings now that we are full time
and before he goes to work
his kisses linger.
i love them.
nothing is more reassuring.
or more sweet.
in my sleep state
i will shout my goodbyes for the day
and make him smile.
i am no longer managing two places at a time.
( there was a lull in the nude images that i was taking during this period – hadn’t noticed it at the time – perhaps my focus was elsewhere)