As my initial nudescapes (nude + landscape = nudescape) post last month seemed to be very popular and enjoyed by many, I’ve decided to repeat the theme again this month offering a different collection of photographs and text. In fact, I plan to make it a regular feature here on ReNude Pride but only during the summer months. There simply aren’t enough landscapes that are aesthetically pleasing to me for me to provide the series throughout the entire year. So, sit back and enjoy the view. In case you missed the prior post, click the following title to read: Nudescapes: A Collection.
When I initially published a “Silly Summer” post last month, it was a one-time only deal. Since then, I’ve discovered some photographs that I really liked and so I’m sharing yet another “Silly Summer” post this month, as well. Upon reflection, I’ve become comfortable with both the title and theme and it may be a regular seasonal feature here on ReNude Pride. After all, if we can’t be both bare and silly during the Summer, then why do we even have to season at all?
Or Taking The Plunge And Diving Into The Last Full Month of Summer, 2017!
The alternate title here reflects the urgency of this post. Believe it or not, for we who live in the Northern Hemisphere, this is the final complete month of Summer, 2017 (the Autumn Equinox is September 22). Unfortunately for us, the transition is fast approaching. Those residing in the Southern Hemisphere are perhaps eagerly anticipating the change as it brings to them opportunities that we enjoyed a few months ago.
Nudescape is a word that I use to describe a perfect vista (view). Of course, in my own prejudiced perspective, no “nudescape” is perfect unless it also contains the view of a naked/nude man. Actually, “nudescape” is a combination word, nude + landscape = nudescape. In other words, a nude view of a nude with a view. It just doesn’t get any better than the picture above. No clothing whatsoever and idyllic, if not perfect, surroundings.
In case you didn’t notice, I borrowed this title from Mr. William Shakespeare. I don’t think he’ll mind too much, as he’s already famous for his original work. That, and the fact that he’s been dead for centuries. Come to think of it, his work is entitled A Mid-Summer Night’s Dream whereas mine is A Mid-Summer Night’s Fantasy. Similar, yes, but also different. So I received my inspiration for this post from the Bard of Avon, instead of borrowing. I feel somewhat better now.
Sometimes, we become so obsessed at the presence of insects that we often overlook the magical moments – and the brilliant and tranquil photo-opportunities – they provide. In the image above, the butterfly and the shadow it creates, draw our attention to the man’s bare chest. The beauty of both the individual’s nude skin and the naked butterfly symbolize, at least in my eyes and mind, the harmony of the world of nature and of two different species. It also highlights the total absurdity of clothing.
Before I’m inundated with comments and complaints from anyone reading this, please allow me to explain the reason for the title. I am absolutely and emphatically not recommending the wearing of a swimsuit or any other type of garment (unless you legally must). What I am encouraging everyone to do is to make sure that you cover yourself completely in sunscreen before you venture outside in the sun. No matter where you live: the Arctic Circle or Asia, Australia or Africa, Europe or North and South America. Protect your skin from the harmful rays of the sun, regardless of location, gender or race.