Don’t forget Sunday is prompt weekend!
This week it is with great pleasure that I welcome Ann St. Vincent to Sinful Sunday. Currently Ann is not a contributor to Sinful Sunday but it would seem from her words that doing the round-up might have inspired her to change that in the future
Ann St. Vincent’s Top 5 Pics of the Week
I was so pleased Molly asked me to write the Sinful Sunday round up – she’s been encouraging me to participate and I still haven’t managed to do so. I love photography; my Dad was a photographer and I learned on a manual Nikon when I was a teenager. Unfortunately my days of processing my own 35mm film are long past and I’ve forgotten almost everything I learned.
My blog has only featured a handful of pictures of me – a couple of my boobs when participating in Hyacinth’s Boobday meme. One of a lover and I having sex, our limbs and tattoos all mixed up. Me in the first bikini I ever bought, last year. A sampling from a boudoir photo shoot.
But looking at these photos made me reconsider my limited use of photography on my blog. They are beautiful, sensual, and raw. A wonderful addition to the words on my screen. Molly, you may have me hooked…
If only I could remember how to use the timer on my camera.
I’m delighted to find some new bloggers through this process – this community has been amazing and a key part of my post-divorce transformation. I can’t wait to dive into your blogs.
In choosing my five favourites, I deliberately looked at these images first on my phone. I ignored who posted them and didn’t read the context. It’s all about the image, after all. These were the ones that made me pause. I hope you like them as much as I do.
Simply beautiful. What first caught my eye is the way her hair and the grass meet each other in the photo. The lighting is lovely. Her breast and the curves are gorgeous. It makes me want to be there on the beach with her, boobs out, relaxing.
The first thing that popped into my head was wondering who took that picture and if on a timer, how they got the camera still enough on the tube. Impressive. I like the way this shot is composed, especially with the reflection at the top of the window. It made me want a man’s mouth between my legs – to feel that orgasmic tension you can see in her hands. Or maybe it was nervousness about being caught? Regardless, I liked it and admire the exhibitionism.
Gay Whore Story
I knew right away this would be one of my choices. I found this picture to be so visually arresting on multiple levels, it made me want to know more about what was going on. Where is he? Why is he outside? Each of the three panels has a slightly different treatment, which is interesting. The mask reminds me of Hannibal Lector which scares me, but his cock attracts me. For the record, the latter wins.
The third picture in this series is the one that caught my eye. The darkness of the forest contrasted by the light sky, the movement on the swing and the way her body is twisted and in motion. The strength in her arms and shoulders, the muscle tension in her neck. … sigh… all so beautiful.
I’ve been celebrating Pride week in my city as a proud Ally. I loved sub-Bee’s photo because of it’s simplicity, the colours, the celebration. The curve of her neck and shoulders is beautiful. Technically, the crispness of the wax but the blurring of her leg is wonderful. I’ve never played with wax but if I did, I’d want it like this.
Blast from the Past
I love the intimacy of this image. It feels loving, tender and passionate. It is simple and beautiful.