From the first time I visited our creek, I’ve admired the small waterfall and imagined one erotic photo after another sitting in it. For various reasons, I’ve never gotten around to getting even one picture.
Today the opportunity seemed perfect. Fall is in the air, the fog rolled in and there was a light drizzle. I grabbed the camera and Hubby. Just knowing that the fog would be thick at the creek, I headed out to get what I imagined to be an amazing photo.
When we arrived, strangely there was no fog. Up on top of the ridge the fog was thick, but by the water, not one sign of fog lingered in the air.
Knowing that winter would soon be upon us, I decided to go ahead and take a few pics. Although Hubby said the water was going to be cold, I just had to get in. How cold could it be anyways?, I thought. The photos will be well worth a little chill. I stripped down and walked across the rocks. The air was damp and chilly. But stepping into the water, it was freezing.
I couldn’t turn back, I was so close and I knew the photo was going to look great. So I sat down and leaned back, telling Hubby to hurry up and take the picture. Needless to say, we only got one.
Fall now upon us and winter right on it’s heals, soon the nip in the air is going to keep us inside for our photos. I hope you enjoy this last shot in the water for this year. Although it was cold, I think it was well worth it.
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