Sunday, May 30, 2010

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

Saturday, May 29, 2010


There's Annie
in her garden all right
i only get her to take
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

Monday, May 24, 2010

i am a farm girl

i am you know


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

Saturday, May 22, 2010

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
all there is,so peaceful, so sure
your heart full of wonder, full of love
completes the circle
with your love

Friday, May 21, 2010

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 :)

Friday, May 14, 2010

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

it was a little tricky, but because it is Friday Flash 55, i shortened my writing. which is good
every word i write, ..... :)

Monday, May 10, 2010

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.

Saturday, May 8, 2010

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


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

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

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