When eyes talk to eyesAll of world stands still.Time waits and the nature listens.They invite the inquisitive while all of existence celebrates eternally. -The Silent PoetEnergized by the Light, the young faerie goes out to gather her daily collection of flowers.“The Shadow Proves the Sunshine”Sometimes you find abandoned construction equipment in the woods, so you climb on it.If you’re quiet and still, she might come back…*A Touch of Blue*Once Upon a Time in an Old Abandoned Church (I)Some Days are Just Epic.‘Haiku" Model: Michelle“Don’t You Know I’m a Country Girl?”“Ready for a Swim?”“Illuminated” Model: Autumn*Your Skin is the Perfect Swim Suit*“Riverside” Model: KR*Live Every Day*“All Sorts of Bodies are Going Bare” - Isn’t it time for social media to catch up with legitimate natural nudity? People can tell the difference between normal healthy nudity and pornography. #freethebodies“The Shadow Proves the Sunshine”“Hanging Out the Wash”“Spring**End of the Tunnel Has Been Found**1 Corinthians 13:7 - Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.*centauri4-naturism:Definitely.“After the Bath” Model: KatyaFacebook Defines What’s Objectionable. #NewSeriesYay for Summer!“Glowing”“It was Winter Again”*Spread Your Wings*Photo by Jason Lee“Genuine Happiness”*Drip Dry*“Notes from the Blue Lagoon”“Guardian of the Galaxy”Along the Canyon Wall“Summer Rain” Model: Aeir“The Bridge Builder.” An old man, going a lone highway,Came at the evening, cold and gray,To a chasm, vast and deep and wide,Through which was flowing a sullen tide.The old man crossed in the twilight dim;The sullen stream had no fears for him;But he turned when safe on the other sideAnd built a bridge to span the tide.“Old man,” said a fellow pilgrim near,“You are wasting strength with building here;Your journey will end with the ending day;You never again must pass this way;You have crossed the chasm, deep and wide—Why build you the bridge at the eventide?”The builder lifted his old gray head:“Good friend, in the path I have come,” he said,“There followeth after me todayA youth whose feet must pass this way.This chasm that has been naught to meTo that fair-haired youth may a pitfall be.He, too, must cross in the twilight dim;Good friend, I am building the bridge for him.” Poem by Will Allen Dromgoole