my love

is out there planting
he does these things for me




i lounge around
and play



after 20 years
we like it fine this way

Found

There's Annie
in her garden all right
i only get her to take
pictures
if i help out

now how do i get her
to take of her clothes?
i don't know
i do know
neighbours do drive by
and even a cop car
is going kind of slow

i am a farm girl

i am you know

farming

I think i lost Annie... to her garden maybe. She is not into this blogging much, i think. So i climb on the tractor to distract my husband, who is working the soil in my garden. Does he want to make pictures? he does, but.... i feel he rather enjoys my body a different way. We'll see. He took this photo yesterday, and more...
But it is different with my husband.... I don't know.
The whole thing of 'women laughing naked in the snow'. I am a heterosexual woman, and to make photos like this with women, there so much laughter and so much intimacy. The total Joy of it.
With my own husband....... well it's kind of normal, we have been together for 20 years.
I do have to say: that all this interest of me in my own body, has spiced our relationship,mmmmmm

hmmmmmm :), do you know any photographer/model ? doesn't have to be a farmer, but to love the outdoors is a must.

katrin x

laying there

the rain falls steady

I think of you laying

upon her

feeling as one

goose dumps on your skin

you have no fur like our friends

yet there you go

always eager for another shot

another chance to express

your inner self

naked, nothing to hide

so much to share

you blend into the earth

laying there

trusting

believing

knowing

feeling

all there is,so peaceful, so sure

your heart full of wonder, full of love

completes the circle

with your love

the distance between us

to think

i thought of you right now

how far can we be

when you're on my mind

and i'm on yours

i lay here

in the breeze

coming from your fan

i lay here

where i do not understand

a single thing

many many mountains

in between us

sometimes i wish

they were imaginary

I wrote this in a flash 55 for Christopher :)

http://www.mrknowitall.blogspot.com

http://www.northernwall.blogspot.com/

letting go

i turn my back on

certain thoughts

i face the other way

there's nothing there

not yet

everything i was is gone

everything i did

i did with you

everything i saw

i saw you

when i feel

i feel you

the sun the wind

they sweep in

great joy

i am learning love

without

it was a little tricky, but because it is Friday Flash 55, i shortened my writing. which is good

because

every word i write, ..... :)

http://www.g-man-mrknowitall.blogspot.com/

i smile

There i sit

what do you see?

that i am all confident

but wonder

Now i am here

all agitated

so much thoughts

not knowing

which to type

I read the book

of course it's wrong

of course it's right

it's the way you write

will you come down

the mountain again

will i see how you tremble

will i feel again

that your hand is steady

and so very soft

when it touches me

and annie i miss you too, when will you come again, and not just on internet, i am good, happy to feel the sun on my naked skin just out of the shower, but then i think when i could listen to you, talk, all would be better at least, making some sense out of what i still feel.

11 minutes

Paulo Coelho got it all wrong,
I would give anything for eleven seconds
what does he know about women anyway, being a man
oh right, if you read the book, he talks about men
giving everything for those 11 minutes

but really truly it is seconds
maybe even less
seconds of pure bliss
when it's happening and you know it
sometimes every 11 seconds
sometimes once every 11 days
sometimes once a life time
but always
always it will feel
like it's eternity

gloriously

ps, i did not finish the book yet
i'm somewhere in between here and forever

light & dark

you say, i blend and bend
i say, you light me up
thanks

a small step

a small step or a giant leap

life reaches out to us,

giving freely, ours to take

a small step, or a giant leap

rivers flowing, like our blood

our hands intertwined,

our paths together, we walk,

we run, we fly,

not sure where were going,

not sure why,

the beat of our heart,keeps it alive

this feeling we have,deep inside