Near NAKED photo-shoot on Baker Beach in the mid-50s, from BRRR to GRRRR
At the end of day, we had some serious water on water action.
Naked on Baker Beach in the mid-50s was BRRR
As we descended down the more than 100 stairs to Baker Beach, we sloshed through muddy puddles. Our hoods and clothes got soaked. By the time we got to the beach we had succumbed to the water idea and began to embrace it.
Even though it was in the mid 50s we took off our shoes, tromped through the sand, and found a rock outcropping to put our stuff under. RJ stripped and we wrapped him in gauze. I waited until the last second and took my shirt off.
As Robert directed RJ to lay in the wet sand, I felt bad for him. Then Robert made me lay down next to him. UGGH! I thought I’d be spared. NOT!
Half naked soaked by the rain and ocean, we made the cold wet day look a little more pretty.
Whether or not RJ and I got pneumonia is to be determined. Regardless, it was worth it.
The resulting photos turned out to be GRRR
Here are some of my favorite shots that Robert took.