Sinful Sunday Weekly Roundup 296
I can’t believe I am writing this already but the prompt for January 2017 is out now. Go read and hopefully you will find time over the festive period to come up with your image(s).
It is my great pleasure to welcome Mrs fever to the round-up this week. If you don’t know her blog, Temperatures Rising, then you are missing out and I recommend you nip on over there once you have read the round-up.
Mrs Fever’s Top 5 Pics of the Week
A photograph can be so many things… A remembrance, a depiction, a false front, a snippet, a cropped perspective, a muted presentation, a poem, a novella. Whether candid or posed, intentional or accidental, photographs capture moments with a mixture of precision and vaguery. And just like any tale told using the written word, the stories told in photographs can fascinate or repulse, pull us in or push us away.
Every participant in Sinful Sunday has a story to tell. Whether what I’m ‘reading’ is what they’ve intended to ‘write’ is a question all its own (*smile*), but being that the point of SS is that “it’s all about the image”, I focused on images alone and let them pen their own tales across the open pages of my imagination.
These are the visual narratives that most commanded my attention this week:
This is a languid invitation set against a simplistic backdrop. Her smooth legs seduce the viewer with thoughts of smooth sailing. The clean lines and warm tones offset the blurred view through water-stained natural light in a way that says, “Come away with me.”
This photo made me look twice (to figure out just *what* exactly I was looking at), and then more than three times because of the warm (both “warm fuzzy” and “oh, that’s hot”) feelings it invoked. It speaks of possession and intimacy in a way that is playfully sensual, and her hair is a striking pop of color against the contrasting shine of steel and gold against a backdrop of nude skin.
I have a thing for ’40s and ’50s pinups, and this photo screams CALENDAR GIRL. The black and white shading is exquisite and the fact that her gaze is directed toward the wash of light on the right calls to mind that glazed-over not-quite-focused stare into the middle distance, the one that lovers get when on opposite ends of a long-distance line.
Two words: Victorian Postcard. The sepia edging and muted greens of the ivy give this photo an old-fashioned feel, and the way her arm extends the vine, which in turn frames her figure at her feet, draws the eye and holds it like a lover’s gaze. It’s entrancing.
This is a play of shadow over angles and curves that is somehow neither defiant nor submissive, neither tense nor relaxed. It says, “Here I am” in a ‘so it goes’ way that shows both strength and vulnerability. And *that* is damn sexy.
Blast from the Past
This is a great action shot that captures the exact moment the dragon tail whip makes contact with Rebel’s beautiful bottom. I look at this image and my mind can’t help but fill in the noise of the whip and I have to wonder if she too made a noise when it landed on her skin.