April 14, 2016

Naked in the snow

Naked Despite the Snow

When a long-time blogging friend sent me an email about a nature writing workshop within driving distance of my house, I decided to join her for the workshop. “You can come visit me,” I told LovesBooks. “And if the weather is warm, we can take a naked photo for my blog!” I just always assume that blogging friends are eager to pose. Who doesn’t love a good tradition?

The visit went as planned. LovesBooks flew to my part of the country and arrived in a rental car. Right away, we sat down to drink hot tea and talk non-stop. The next morning, I took her to Pretty Colour Lakes. I wanted her to see one of the places that I love.

“My Dad used to come here when he was a kid,” I told her as we walked the cedar-lined paths. “He rode in the rumble seat of a Model T Ford, and he’d fall asleep on the way home.” LovesBooks understands the way stories get embedded in a landscape. So I knew she’d appreciate this lake where I’ve been walking since before I was born. It was the perfect place for her to pose for my blog. There was just one problem.

It was snowing. Yes, snow in April! Such is the climate I live in. We both muttered darkly as we walked around the lake. I had already packed away my mittens, and my hands were cold. We stopped near Dead Man’s Point, the place where local teenagers go skinny dipping even though the sign strictly forbids swimming.

“I love the roots of the cedar trees,” LovesBooks said. She walked out to the edge of the lake and looked across at the snow falling into the blue-green water. Then she shrugged. “Oh, okay.” And she began stripping off her clothes. Honestly, I hadn’t even asked. It was all her idea. Within minutes, she was naked, even down to the bare feet.

With cold fingers, I fumbled with my camera. I clicked a few photos and called out, “Just move a little to your right. I want your silhouette against the water.” That’s when we heard chatter and footsteps. A whole group of people, dressed warmly in winter coats, came tramping along the trail. LovesBooks looked startled. She quickly stepped to the edge of the water and crouched near a tree, laughing. I kept taking photos.

“It’s a little cold for swimming,” a man called out to me, grinning. “But don’t worry, we’re going right on by.”

“It’s .... an art project,” I said lamely. I was still fully dressed, of course. But LovesBooks had started to shiver. Time to put her clothes back on, go home for some tea, and then drive to the nature writers’ workshop, where I’d talk about Project Naked with a bunch of strangers because really, if writing about the naked body isn’t nature writing, than I don’t know what is.

Read more about the history of the naked blogging project and check out the gallery of photos.


Elephant's Child said...

LovesBooks is a true friend and a trooper.

Cindy said...

I can see the snowflakes against her skin! LOVE THIS! Another beautiful picture.

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Far Side of Fifty said...

Another great photo, even in the snow:)

DJan said...

Great shot! I'll bet your visitors talked about the adventure afterwards, too. Love the story. :-)

Zhoen said...

Love her confidence and fortitude, which shows even without the story.

delagar said...

I love these photographs, and the stories that go with them.

Jeff said...

if writing about the naked body isn’t nature writing, than I don’t know what is
ha! yes.

even down to the bare feet
that's dedication!

I remember visiting my niece at Buffalo in mid-May and it snowed. Couldn't believe it. But then again I went to college at Oswego (on Lake Ontario for those who aren't from the region) so I shouldn't have been surprised.

jo(e) said...

Jeff: Yeah, we've had snow in mid-May before.

Marty Damon said...

I can just imagine the giggles on the ride home.
It'll be a long time before she forgets that visit!

Tie-Dye Brother-in-law said...

"Naked in the snow" is a lot more fun when you have a hot tub a few feet away.