Naked in the wild At The River

Naked In The Wild (Again!)

Naked in the wild At The River
Photographer: Uncredited at their request.

At the start of the month I was very clear of my plan for the month, though I didn’t really know what to call it. To see if I could dig out the hidden beauty. Unlike at the start of 2018, when I was naked in the wild for my first shoot, I am conventionally more attractive now. As a result my physical appearance often eclipses the inner workings, the things that make me me. From what I understand of other people’s reactions anyway. But I am still the same person that I was back at my most confident, and I want to see that woman again. (Yes, even though the traits I want to share are invisible, I still want to see them.)

Todays image was taken at my first ever photo shoot.

The photographer someone I met through fabswingers. Yes I was nervous, but it was my first time modelling, and doing so naked, in public, was cause for a much elevated heart rate. While I will never be blasé about shooting naked, in public, I will also likely never be as tense as my first time. But I wish I had the same inner confidence that I am missing now.

Perhaps what I need, moving forward is to plan a naked outdoors shoot, somewhere wild.

I’ve been lucky to enjoy a number of such shoots, both professionally and socially. However, it’s been well over a year since I’ve been captured on camera in the wild, as nature intended.

I wonder if being stripped back to nothing but me – no props, clothes or inhibitions – will enable a view of the real me again. Repeating what happened the first time I saw me through a professional lens. I could see all the beauty of nature, with little old me in the middle. An embellishment for the bigger picture rather than the focus of it. Perhaps this is my introverted nature, that I can’t see myself as the centre of attention. I don’t crave praise. Nor do I wish to be put on a pedestal. More likely I just wish to be an adornment. Or maybe even a hidden track. You know, like we had in the old days of CDs? Where there would be fourteen minutes of silence, followed by a great track to close the album.

Hmmm, I’m not entirely sure. Nor am I certain that I’m making much sense outwardly. But I do love this picture, the majesty of nature and me stood, almost irrelevantly, in shot. A naked side piece to the beauty of nature.

Sinful Sunday
February Photo Fest 2023

Thank you for joining me for February PhotoFest 2023. This is my fourth time joining the month long celebration of erotic and sensual photography. If you’re enjoying it please do go and check out the previous years: 2019 was an incomplete month. I skipped 2020 due to not blogging at the time but 2021 was a joy to plan and complete, in spite of lockdowns. 2022 was a little more relaxed behind the scenes, but jam packed with pictures and memories I love.


  1. It is a beautiful location but I don’t see you as a side piece, you give the place context, and speak to it being isolated from the rest of the world, so much so you can enjoy it naked


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