“I was running and there he was naked . . . ”
Or so the story may have gone. My hubby was outraged when he relayed it to me.
I shrugged, “Where was he? . . . We’ve been down that road plenty of times and not run across anyone else. Right kids?”
Of course they always agree, “Nope, nobody. We see nobody when we go down that road. She probably surprised him!”
Mommy’s logic is solid. Shame the running, not the nakedness!
The story goes, a female happened to be running out in the open desert, down an obscure unpaved road and startled a man that may have been in some state of au naturel. When she caught sight of him, he was attempting to dress himself on the side of his truck.
Sounds good to me.
“He wasn’t trying to flash her, didn’t do a happy dance because he had an audience. She wasn’t accosted. Maybe he had business to attend to. Been there done that, right kids? What’s wrong with that when you don’t expect anyone else around?”
I’m nonchalant. My hubby’s flustered and frowning at me.
“He was naked!”
“How naked? The kids have been buck naked in the yard before. No one was around. We’re all naked under our clothes. What’s the big deal, if he thought he was all alone? You wouldn’t expect someone coming up on foot, jogging out in the middle of nowhere! She should wear a bell or something.”
What do you think? Have I gone beyond being a “desert slicker”?
Its hot in the desert. I am more prone to put more on and shade myself from the heat, but I understand that’s not the conventional response to “Lordy, it’s hot out there!” Disrobing to minimal attire is what follows for most folks normally. My mother’s voice nagging me about my freckles and sun spots and wrinkles keeps me shying away from the rays, but others like to just absorb that dry brightness before driving back to the wetter parts of Texas. It feels just different out here. You can breathe . . . and evidently you can run around a little naked.
There’s the story behind this series of lovelies. On Instagram time is so fleeting. People sharing captures, their personal moments, reflections, views, and edits nearly every day. Inspiration in abundance.
This select few truly signify that freedom you feel from being all alone out here in the desert. Where you can stretch out in this wide open space and stand taller than you’ve ever felt and see farther than you ever thought possible.
Click on their IG name on the top-left for their gallery page and on the left, if you are logged in to IG – you can easily follow their amazing views.
Here’s a stupendous capture from the Burning Man event in Black Rock “City” in Nevada. Dave Weschky chose just the right moment to make this so memorable, really highlighting the significance of the expressive stance of this sculpture. I love revisiting it.
When in the desert, do you let it all hang out?
When no one’s looking . . .
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