It’s not always easy to maintain a proper sense of dignity while wearing a kilt in the proper fashion. I suspect there won’t be too many complaints though.
A long time ago, when I posted this photo, the lovely Simina set me the challenge that she wanted to see me “shirtless but while wearing a Féileadh Mor“. Now, sadly, while I do own a kilt, as can be seen here, it is the smaller, dress, Féileadh Beag.
I hope she won’t be too disappointed though.
Anyway, although my name isn’t Donald, but I thought I’d round off my collection of song title related photos with this one…
Now I went down to London Town
And I had some fun in the underground
The ladies turned their heads around
Saying, Donald, where are your trousers?
– Andy Stewart
So, I missed last week; so I thought I’d make it up to you by posting not one, but two images from my latest au naturale foray into the great outdoors.
I hope this double dose of outdoor Wookieness goes some way to making up for my absence last week.
I do love it when the weather decides to play along and allow me the opportunity to indulge in some alfresco nudity.
Windows allow us to look at the world, but they also allow the world to look back at us.
I look out at the world; I see people going about their daily lives, I see the turn of the seasons, I see the passing of time. What does the world see when it looks back?
I had a bit of a struggle this week, trying to decide which edit to go for. In the end, I decided, what the hell? I’ll post both and let you choose your favourite. Hopefully, between the two, there should be something for everyone…