For a time in my mid-twenty’s I worked at a hospital, blue collar all the way. But I could talk, and I’d talk to the doctors and nurses because I was creative. Most of the people knew that I worked at my art through my photography. I was interest in getting some of the cooler nurses to pose for me in their off hours.
Here then is one young woman who did pose for me.
And so far away…, years in my past there was a girl, her name doesn’t matter except to me. I used to work at a hospital, I’d come in early get a cup of coffee, wait at the window for her to arrive. She wore what I called the string dress, made it herself had thin little straps that went over her broad shoulders. God she wore it well, nothing underneath but panties. A loose limbed undulating walk…, very very fluid that only the young can pull off, completely unaffected by her beauty. I was smitten as I watched her breast gentle movements under her clothes. She was 19 at the time, new to life, new to how things worked, and very trusting that life would work out to her favor.
Of course the fly in the ointment was that I was living with someone already, also a very loving forgiving woman. I was in my late 20’s, still feeling my oats, and very much torn between the two; very much feeling that I was missing something, that something was my freedom. Like with the other summer help she was a student, I liked the “kids” and would give them my list of books I thought had meaning, and were well written. Then at the end of summer all of them returned to school, life returned to the normal state.
My live in girlfriend and I were having problems, then things would settle down, we’d be at peace again for a time. A long winter followed, things got worse and worse…,finally we decided that we should take a break from each other. She moved closer to downtown, where she worked, and I stayed in the apartment because it was closer to where I worked. I had a blast, saw what I was missing, of course the young woman stayed over a couple of nights. When my girlfriend returned, I had had enough of living a monogamous life. A few days later we went for a walk along the railroad tracks, I told her that things just weren’t working for me. That I didn’t want to be in a monogamous relationship with anyone, that I was leaving not for someone, but for myself alone. It was a very hard conversation to have, I believed that it was the more honest way to be. We separated a few weeks later, she didn’t want any of our possessions even though I told her that I’d just have to get rid of them.
I setup a life by myself, I also made up for lost time. The young lady and I became closer, but didn’t live together, but we did see each other on a regular basis. She was very young, needed her space and time to grow. Of course we had our disagreements, that’s the way life is, but we made-up and life was good for the both of us. She was the longest relationship I had up till then, about 5 years, the closest we came to living together was 1/4 mile.
Of course there is more to the story, I’ll save that for another time.
Mamma Lena with the background matts that I do. A low-res scan, have to be seen at full resolution to be appreciated. The matts I started playing around with the idea a few months ago, like the look and feel of the matts. I think it adds a touch of class to the image, so far no one else has them, I hope that is a good deal. About the image, she is a model of mine I first shot many years ago, now she is carrying her first child. So very nice to work with an old friend, the natural rhythm of shooting comes back.
I love this image because of the white breast in the midst of all the colours. From the personal collection of mine, with the model consent and approval. The model isn’t all that pleased with the size of her breasts, though I maintain that the size isn’t important. She has no body fat what so ever, she is very lean, active to say the least. I also think she has bought into the idea that she is somehow a lesser woman, because she doesn’t have large American breast. I love shooting her, long and lanky, athletic and fit. We began our journey in nude photography some years ago, she has a special place in my view of women. To me the size of her breast is unimportant. That her heart is in the right place is all that matter to me.
Mamma Lena times have changed for us all. My “Watermelon Girl” has grownup, and is now carrying her own child. Welcome back girl!