 path between some trees, shipton road, york January 25, 2007 Number 3 in series of images that remind me of my childhood Taken the other Sunday, on an early morning walk near my parents house In my early teens I became adept at spotting the colour of flesh at twenty yards. Like most boys, I and my friends, became obsessed with looking at naked women, so we used to comb the disused airfield near my house looking for them. Not real ones you understand, but scraps of pornographic magazines. Or 'mucky mags' as we lovingly called them. Damp scraps of paper were cherished. Whole pages were prized. A complete magazine could be only dreamt of. One day, we placed a page from a recently found 'mucky mag' on this path. After climbing a tree, we looked down to see if the image it contained would have the same new found, exhilarating effects on passers-by as it did on us. To our amazement, after spending more than two hours in the tree, only one man and his dalmation, gave the lovely lady more than a cursory glance. Holga CGFN + Fujifilm Superia 400 © James Arnold 2007 Comment (11) | Permalink |
