By Barry Yourgrau

A girl is crawling around down in the woods. She appears to be quite naked. I watch her for a while from the porch. Then I go into the kitchen and fill a pitcher with iced tea and rinse a glass and take these down to the woods, where I find a seat on some pine needles and continue my observations. The girls is below me, in a group of birches. She is young, in terrific shape, tanned all over, with a dark, short head of hair. → Read more