The Back



At a recent concert, which was held at a location not too far form where I am typing this blog, I sat behind someone’s exposed back. The back wasn’t a bad back since it was an early to mid twenty something year old female back and seemed to be in good visual shape. Don’t for one minute think that I am one of those many weirdoes who spends the better part of his waking hours observing and scrutinizing female backs. But you see folks I had time to kill because the music was too loud to have any meaningful conversation without screaming, also the back was practically begging to be watched and even admired. I succumbed to the begging and the admiring.

Being an armature photographer exposure is always on my mind. The back had me thinking whether this back was correctly, under or over exposed. In my opinion it was correctly to under exposed but some conservative people would say any exposure is over exposure.

Backs are normally ignored until it starts to act up or become exposed. In this case it was clearly an “in your face” issue. At first I looked at the back in general terms, not as components which made up the back. To fully appreciate back beauty you need to look at it as a whole and not break it down into its components such as freckles, skin conditions and hair content. Believe me, this back was quite attractive but not when it was separated and analyzed, and few things ever are beautiful that way.

Mind you I didn’t constantly stare at the back as if to burn a hole in it and I doubt there is any back worth more than 5 minutes of attention in any given hour. What really happened was every look brought a thought and I looked several times therefore I accumulated several thoughts.

Apparently The Back had a nice Motorola cell with a camera, which she used to take several pictures of Mr. Grizzly, sitting next to her. What a waste of pixels I thought. Then, as if she sensed and was curious about my presence, she took a pic of me without turning around. It was a perfect voyeur photography technique. I then saw her look the captured image and scream. She then deleted the photograph without any indecision. The Back must have thought it was too early for Halloween. My feelings were not hurt because I knew if she did turn around or kept the picture Mr. Grizzly would be less than pleased and I less than alive. I was thankful to be still alive and physically intact because the concert hadn’t even started. However, after the first act performed on stage, my imaginary demise by Mr. Grizzly didn’t seem to be such a bad idea.

Maybe I will say more on what happened under the fancy lighting coupled with the over amplified sound but for now I will go. And despite popular request I will be back.

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5 thoughts on “The Back

  1. Ah yes the wonders of the back. It is such an interesting thing, the back. It is what people turn on you, and it is what you observe when the person does not give you the experience of the face.

    I think we should all pause and consider for a moment just how wonderful the back is.

  2. real nice blog aka.
    good content 😀
    i still tryin to figure out however what the cool moon pic have to do with the accumulated thoughts.

  3. i still tryin to figure out however what the cool moon pic have to do with the accumulated thoughts.

    That was the dreaded question I was hoping no one would ever ask. The answer would be too dreadful and appalling to put on a common blog such as this. I must desist, though the temptation is great, greater than any temptation I have experienced in the last couple of minutes at least. The moon has a way on making us strange but it has no effect on me since I am already more than strange :))

  4. i still tryin to figure out however what the cool moon pic have to do with the accumulated thoughts.

    That was the dreaded question I was hoping no one would ever ask. The answer would be too dreadful and appalling to put on a common blog such as this. I must desist, though the temptation is great, greater than any temptation I have experienced in the last couple of minutes at least. The moon has a way on making us strange but it has no effect on me since I am already more than strange :))

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