As much as I love the nudes that Dean posts, something else nails me in the heart with far greater impact: a woman in a white cotton dress walking into the sun. Holding a bag of groceries, too, as it happens, but the groceries aren’t essential. Essential is the nudity that is not nudity, just enough information to let you dream. Still photos would not capture this beauty, because its intrinsic power derives from a body in motion.
Which is probably why I prefer to work out behind a woman exercising on a treadmill or elliptical trainer. Preferably one whose sweats are slipping down, revealing finely furred skin, a tattoo, or if I’m lucky, a pair of dimples or the hint of gluteal cleft. Yes, that’s medicalese for butt crack. I like butt crack. So sue me.
We all have to do what we can to stay motivated.
D.
As much as I love a good photo (and I do), a photo can’t capture the magic that is a moving female. The best photos are like purest flash fiction. They hold a tiny slice of time out for you to see and allow your mind to fill in the rest.
Oh, and I’m right there with you on the gluteal cleft.
‘strue, there’s a good deal more intrigue in that which is deftly hidden…