“The sun is out” I yelled to Jon, who was getting ready to take a shower. “The mud is glistening, the slate is shiny with rain.” “It looks just like it did when you took that picture Morning Path.”
I knew Jon couldn’t resist the sun. I was at the gate feeding Fanny and Lulu yesterdays bread when I saw him come out of the house, naked, taking pictures with his iPhone.
Then I couldn’t resist.
I quickly figured out how to take a picture of my naked, photographer, husband so I could post it on my blog.
It’s become a thing, Jon running out naked, trying to capture the sunlight in a photo while it lasts.
Today happens to be warm, but he’ll do it in a snow storm if the light is right. As much fun as we have joking about it, it’s really quite noble, I think, and the sign of a true artist, not letting anything get in the way of his work.
The Tin Man is shielding Jon, physically and grabbing the focus, leaving Jon a fuzzy blur. I kept thinking of the nude scenes in the Austin Powers movies.
I asked Jon if he minded if I posted the photo on my blog and then he wanted a copy of it to post it on his blog too. I was in my studio and emailed him the picture.
A few minutes later my phone rang, I could hear Jon blush over the phone. “You can post it”, he said suddenly shy, “but I can’t”. I told him it was no different than if he were wearing a bathing suit. “I just can’t,” he repeated, “after all, I’m from New England.”