Nothing says”Good Morning”like waking up and enjoying your first cup of coffee while you soak up a little morning sun.How totally cool is that???Why,Naturally Cool!!
Amen to that. My day doesn’t start until I finish my coffee & put my clothes on!
Live Life Naked@the Beach;Then run for the open waters and celebrate your right to be absolutely,positively,and most naturally…clothes-free;period!!
Nude On A Balcony ; Nothing better than waking up to a whole nude morning watching a beautiful view like this…Naturally Speaking!!
Sometime around 1980, as a young kid, in my copy of National Geographic magazine, I came across this photo of a nude beach in or near Berlin. Halensee.
Before that, I didn’t know nude beaches existed. I was a little kid. It was the end of the 70s, my parents were hippie-leaning, they were nude- and body-positive, we took showers at bath time as a family and sweet things like that. But they weren’t that hippie: I had never heard of a nude beach, even though when I was a little one I remember running like crazy around the house nude at any chance I got, usually after baths. But that’s what kids do, some kids at least. Me, for sure!
So I found this photo. I poured over the image, night after night. It was reproduced small, kind of like here with the small pixel size, and so I whipped out my magnifying glass. I really studied this image. I was utterly captivated by it. I couldn’t believe such freedom was possible, it existed, and many people evidently enjoyed it. I think I became a nudist that day, though I wouldn’t visit a nude beach for real until I was 16. In the intervening years, I would come to acquire a copy of Lee Baxandall’s nude beach guide—as a kid, I walked into a book store and bought it—one of the 80s editions. I still have it, and as a teenager, long before the flood of the internet, no tumblrs in sight, I now had many, many more images of freedom about which to dream.
Years later, in Los Angeles more recently, I came across the Berlin issue of National Geographic in a thrift store. Of course, it came home with me. It sits in my library, side-by-side with my copy of Lee Baxandall’s guide. I still look at this image from time to time and shake my head at its power over me.
We can only hope a good naturist tumblr can have just a little of the same power.