High Heels And See Through Tights

A couple of years or so ago, I got the urge to build a website. It wasn’t the first website I’ve built, there have been many, but this one was about me. I wanted a place to post stories I wrote and pictures I had taken, and I had an idea about doing a podcast and making videos for youtube. Nothing big, just something so I could get all these stories and images out of my head and planted somewhere that they could do some good.

That website told the story of Ana and me becoming foster parents. It said about the places we had been, some folks I ran across along the way, and I shared a thought or two about stuff I just had to get out of my heart. For the most part, the feedback was positive, and for a minute, I thought I might be on to something. Then I got back into photography after a brief day or two of retirement and started posting pictures and stories about the scantily clad damsels I had photographed – the same kind of images I had built a career on shooting in the fitness industry. I didn’t see how that would be a problem, but I started to notice that it was for some.

They saw me as a foster dad, a devoted husband, and a Christian man that was open about his faith. Flattering stories of enticing young maidens, or at least more youthful than me, posted along with their beautiful pictures, didn’t seem to fit their impression of me.

Being the sensitive type of guy that I am and prone to needing approval from others, I kept on posting whatever the heck I got the urge to post on my website. My website was a place for me to express myself and share the parts of my life that needed sharing.

One day not so long ago, I was at the park playing with my kids. I noticed a woman there wearing heels and see-through tights and a thought struck me. Maybe those folks were on to something, after all. The pictures and stories were intriguing and certainly had their place, but not where they were being seen at the time. An idea was born, and it was a dandy.

Photography is both a hobby and a vocation for me. I got into the fitness industry at a time when very few women were involved in the sport, so most of the photographers earned their living shooting Bodybuilders. I saw the potential and went the other way and focussed on women, literally. While I shot food, events, men, fighters, cars, landscapes, and did a little photo-journalism, I was best known for shooting women. There are some incredible stories behind those pictures, and I love telling them. But those stories needed a home of their own and not beside a story about us being foster parents.

Last week I built a website devoted to models and modeling. There will be a podcast, a youtube channel, photographs, and stories, and articles that will help those that model or want to model. And there will be a digital magazine, and the first issue will be available on the website in late November. There will be stories about the models, places we go to shoot, things we do there, and the human side of the entire artistic experience. The website is ModlBody.com, and I hope you get a chance to visit the site soon.

My Goodladunscripted.com website has changed. This website will be home to a different breed of stories. They will be life stories, and living stories and places and things and people that leave me with something inside that is begging to be told. There will be pictures but a different kind than the other website. I will still have my podcast there too, and I will start doing my youtube vlogs again, and I can’t wait to get started.

Sometimes when someone turns their nose up at you or what you are doing, whether well-intended or not, there may be a valuable opportunity in all that snobbery.

And if you ever feel the urge to wear see-through tights and high heels to the park, go for it. You never know who you will inspire.

If you are interested I started a Facebook group for ModlBody Magazine

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