Wooh! Thanks for being patient with me. After I got home from my Georgia, Tennessee, and Alabama tour, I pretty much slept nonstop until today. The world was this liminal smear of somnolence and fleeting consciousness. That was definitely interesting! And now I feel reinvigorated to take on the world again one nekky picture at a time.
Anyways, I did this odd shoot on a yoga swing in a remote area north of Atlanta. The photographer, Artistically Sexy, hung this from a tree by one of his properties that are under construction and asked me if I was familiar with it. "Yeah!" I replied, "I saw one of those in my mom's house last time I visited. I thought it was some kind of kinky sex thing."
Few minutes later and I was joyfully dangling from it and flipping myself around. This thing takes a surprising amount of muscle engagement, particularly core and glutes for stability, so I was delighted that I could do this. It was just over a year ago that I was stuck in bed day after day from depression, all vealed out and barely able to walk more than a block, and now I'm on a backwoods grownup swing. My butt was sooo sore the day after, but totally worth it.