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THE EPILOGUE Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to speak about something precious. Something you might not expect in a world often so rushed, so turbulent. Let's talk about a woman who has a unique presence in the world. She is not defined by riches or rank, nor by any glamorous veneer. It's defined by the essence of her spirit and by the way she lives her life. She is one of a kind, not because she is perfect, but because she is holy herself.
Now let's begin by clearing a common misconception. Being unique does not mean being flawless. She is not immune to struggle; she is not without scars. Her beauty lies not in the absence of life's storms but in the way she dances through the rain. She has been tossed and bruised, yet remarkably she has emerged softer rather than harder, warmer rather than colder. She carries her scars with grace, not to conceal, but to reveal the depth of her journey.
What makes her special? It's her ability to see beauty where others see none. In a society that often teaches us to strive, to conquer, to acquire, this woman possesses an almost magical quality of contentment. This is a contentment not born of complacency but of a rich inner world and an awareness that life itself is the treasure. Her joy is not found in having more, in being more. It's found in realizing that what she has, who she is right here and now, is enough.
Consider her approach to others. She listens with an openness that makes you feel, perhaps for the first time, truly heard. Her wisdom is not in pushing her opinions but in being present, allowing others to discover what actually lies within themselves. She gives without expecting return, understanding that generosity is not a currency but a way of being. She does not try to change the world to fit her ideals. She transforms her world by loving it just as it is.
Then there is her courage. She does not fear solitude, for she knows that solitude is not loneliness but a sanctuary. It is there in moments of quietness that she hears the voice of her own heart. This is a woman who does not rush to fill the silence because she knows that sometimes the answers are found in simply being still. In an age where everyone is desperate to be seen, she is content to see, to notice the beauty in others, the small miracles of each day. She finds richness not in grand gestures, but in the simple and sacred details of life. But do not mistake her gentleness for weakness. She is fierce in her integrity. Her kindness has edges; her love has boundaries. She respects herself enough to walk away when she's not valued and to stay only where she is cherished. She knows that true love and true friendships are not cages but wings that set both people free.
What is perhaps most remarkable about her is her sense of wonder. She lives with a childlike openness to life unjaded by disappointment or defeat. Each sunrise, each encounter is to her a gift, a reminder that life is not to be conquered but to be lived. She reminds us that life is not a problem to be solved but a mystery to be experienced. In her presence we feel a sense of ease, of softening. She teaches us without ever saying a word that it is not what we possess but what we appreciate that makes us truly wealthy.
If you are blessed to know such a woman, hold her close in your heart, for they are indeed in a class of their own. And if any woman reading this aspires to be one, know that it's not about becoming someone different, but rather peeling away the layers that hide your most authentic self. It is in embracing who we are, in living with kindness, courage, and wonder that we touch the essence of this beauty like no other.
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SETTING THE SCENERY This happened on a Sunday. I was walking through an area where there weren't a whole lot of people around. By some miracle, I looked to my right, and from a distance, I saw her. She wasn't walking towards me, and I knew she was heading towards an exit of the park. The exit was far away, and so I had plenty of time to catch up to her, but I had to walk fast because she was far ahead of me. It was incredible how I was able to spot her from that far of a distance. Since I only had the view of the back of her head, I still wanted to have this shoot happen.
In all the years of my photography, I never made any images of someone who wore what she wore. I had no idea what this shoot was going to look like in my mind, but I certainly did not want this one to disappoint me or anyone else viewing the photos.
I was finally able to catch up to her in front of one of the North Meadow Softball Fields. Softball Field Number 7, to be exact. On the walking path right outside where the batter would stand. As a matter of fact, here is a 360-degree view of the spot so you can have an idea of what the scene looked like. Unlike the photo, the sky was clear, but it was starting to get dark, and so the color of the sky was similar to the one in the photo you're about to click on. Just like the photo, though, there weren't a lot of people around. **Click Here**
SOME IMPORTANT POINTS TO REMEMBER I stopped her outside of the field, in the area where the home plate was. I introduced myself to her and told her how I wanted to take photos of her feet, the whole bit. It sounded like a good idea to her, but she wasn't sure just yet because it was starting to get dark.
This is similar to sales. In sales, there are three reactions you're going to get from a potential customer: total interest, lack of interest, and then somewhere right in the middle where she's right on the fence. I must've seen the angel appear over one of her shoulders and the devil appear over the other. It's the somewhere-in-the-middle reaction that most requires your A+ sales skills.
When she's interested, you don't really have to "sell" them because the service is selling itself. On the other hand, if she's not interested at all, then not even the best salesman is going to be successful. Your skills really shine through when you sense that the potential model wants to do it, but she's not convinced about it yet. This reminded me of an episode of the Twilight Zone where a sidewalk pitchman made the pitch of his life in order to save the life of a little girl. That was the best pitch I've ever seen, and what I was able to do with this lady was something similar to that, except that a child's life was not on the line.
That was the best pitch I ever made to get someone to agree to this. It must've had something to do with her time sensitivity, but what also played a role in getting her to see things my way was the sunglasses I wore. She said I was the best-looking man with sunglasses on she had seen all day, and she was beginning to beg that she see how my eyes looked. When she finally saw them, she was completely sold.
THE SHOOT THAT ENDED ALL SHOOTS To me, for my money, this is the greatest shoot I ever had. I was hard pressed to convince myself of ten shoots I did that were better. In fact, I was never able to put together a list of five others that were better. In fact, I can make the argument that this shoot belongs in the Number 1 spot by a mile and a half because so many things about this worked; so many things about it were perfect. If anyone were to come in here and say that there's no such thing as a perfect shoot, then I'll say that if that's true, then the one I had with this lady was the closest thing to perfection that I was ever going to get.
Making this decision, surprisingly, was not as difficult as I anticipated. At first, I was hell-bent on keeping Dalhous as my favorite shoot. But this woman came along, and we took each other to another place and time. This shoot took everything out of me, and I had nothing left to give.
This shoot captured images that perfectly align with the creative vision I never knew I had. It had a strong emotional impact, and I felt satisfied and relieved with the results. The artistic expression captured the essence of the moment both the lady and myself were trying to convey.
Even though her Fila Disruptor didn't reveal anything, I could tell she had really nice feet. Even with that in mind, I was unprepared for the sight I was about to behold. I felt as if all of my Christmases had come at once when she took off her chunky sneakers. Perfection is a difficult concept, and it's not a thing I can prove rationally or convince someone else of; nevertheless, as far as I was concerned, her feet were absolute perfection. When I saw them bare, their curves and contours, nicely looking toes, their nails painted that seductive color, when I witnessed the intricate movements her feet made, the beauty, the skin, I knew they were the feet I had been looking for all of my life.
After she agreed to pose for me, she asked if I had "a foot fetish, right?" I said absolutely. She then said, "You like feet and shoes? That's great because you're the first guy I ever met who ever admitted to that. Now I've got to see how this goes. Do you enjoy sucking on toes? I need to know more about this." That's how we got started. During the shoot, I told her just about everything she wanted to know about what having a foot fetish entails.
When you approach an unknown woman in the park, asking to take her photos, you might, in your wildest, most optimistic dreams, hope for some kind of sexual liaison, and this we duly, and to the complete happiness of the stars in the sky, did have. But for such an encounter to present you with the perfect pair of feet, that takes the breath away. Not only that, she did not expect to develop strong romantic feelings for me, which she did as the shoot progressed. I liked how all of that felt.
PATH TO TOTALITY Zenya is drawn to spiritual gurus because she seeks guidance and support in her spiritual journey, often looking for answers to life's big questions, inner peace, and a deeper understanding of herself, believing that a guru who has attained a higher level of consciousness can provide a path to achieve similar states within herself; this was especially appealing when she was facing personal challenges or felt lost in life.
Because of how much she has devoted herself to that realm, she sometimes uses metaphorical language, esoteric concepts, and may reference ancient traditions that might be unfamiliar to a modern audience, essentially talking about abstract spiritual ideas that can be difficult to grasp without a deep understanding of the philosophy behind them; it's important to remember that she's on the path to totality, striving towards self-discovery, not necessarily to have clear-cut answers to every question, so her language might be intentionally open to interpretation. She's on the far right in the first two photos, wearing the black top in the last one.
THE OPENING OF HEARTS AND MINDS In the first few minutes of the shoot, she asked what it was about feet that turned me on. I explained that it was because something supposedly ordinary gives you enormous sexual pleasure. I don't just look at the usual things when looking at a girl, but you also want to see her feet. "I get just as turned on when I see your feet as I would when seeing your body in the nude." She nodded, liking the sound of that and respecting that I wasn't ashamed of wanting to see her naked.
It must've been in the stars because after a while, I started to feel that I was going to run out of ideas for how to make the shoot into something special. That message must've gotten to her somehow, and from that point on, we were able to communicate with each other like artists who understand what the other seeks to achieve. She was all too willing to help, and with her input and with what I am capable of doing with a new lease on life on what I am capable of doing, we put our minds together on how to make this shoot something that exceeds what someone else would have never thought of.
We were in this together. She really loved the idea of me having a foot fetish, and she really wanted to impress me with how beautiful feet can be in a different setting. We developed a strong creative synergy, where our combined talents and vision resulted in stunning, captivating photographs that go beyond just capturing an image, conveying a powerful emotion or story through our collaboration. As we tried to come up with something new to do, she was rubbing my arm while talking to me in a comforting way as a sign of affection, a sign of warmth, forming a level of comfort and closeness between us.
A CHANGE OF SCENERY She suggested that we go to a different spot that was not so out in the open. She suggested we go off the beaten path to the Ravine. It is here where meandering walking paths take visitors through a forest-like retreat to witness a dense canopy of trees and some little waterfalls. The Ravine is a densely wooded valley, and it was designed to mimic the wilderness of the Adirondacks and surprisingly is entirely man-made. Its defining feature is the long, narrow watercourse called the Loch, known for its three waterfalls. Paths on both sides of the Loch provide views of the water, with some leading directly to its edge. This is one of the most peaceful spots in the Park with the soaring trees that block out the surrounding cityscape and the sounds of small waterfalls muffling other signs of urban life. This is also a popular spot for birdwatching and other forms of nature observation.
When this shoot started, it was the time right before night when it wasn't yet dark. When we took the walk to the Ravine, it was completely dark. During the nighttime hours, Central Park is as well lit as a park can be. In the Ravine, though, you are in what is like a forest, and so it becomes a type of darkness where people get lost in. A place like that is something I may suggest if it was in the middle of the day. Considering that it was nighttime, I would not have suggested to a woman I just met to go to a place like that. But since it was her idea to go to a place that was out of view from the general public when it was dark, and to a place where one would need a flashlight to see their way through, since it was the woman who suggested it, only then was it okay with me.
We could've used the flashlights from our phones to guide us through, but we didn't. It was fun just to rely on our five senses to figure out where we were going to settle for the shoot. It felt as if we were going on a journey or voyage undertaken by a couple of people with a particular purpose, especially that of exploration. After a little while, a great idea popped into her head: she wanted to climb down a rock, descend a rock face by using her hands and feet, so that she could dip her feet in the water. Telling her about my foot fetish during the early stages of the shoot gave her some ideas on how to accentuate her own feet to make me truly see their importance or value... her importance or values.
I'm going to show you a video (I did not shoot this video). It shows the exact spot where this took place. At the start of the clip, you'll see a woman sitting on a rock. That was the spot Zenya wanted to climb down. We gave it a look to gauge the likelihood that she was going to injure herself if she lost her footing. Even in the darkness, I told her to be careful because her safety was my priority and that she should be fine. She trusted me, and she believed in herself that she could do this without tumbling into the water. Before she made that descent, I gave her a little and playful love tap on the ass for motivation and to make her feel sexy. She gave me a smile with her eyes closed, expressing happiness and as a way to enjoy that pleasant memory and moment.
Also in the beginning of the video, if you look carefully, you'll see someone else seated further away, wearing a white or grey sweatshirt, behind the shrubs. That's where I started to climb down. We got all the way down to the edge where water and soil met (or where water and rock met). On the way down, the path was slippery for me, and for a moment there, I thought I was going to fall into the water with the camera in hand.
At the 55-second mark of the clip, you'll have an idea of where I was at the bottom. I was facing the waterfall, and so the photos you'll see from the shoot are of that view, except that it was dark.
There came a time when she sat on a rock and I was taking some photos. I decided to surprise her by placing my face on the soles of her very, very soft feet. She wasn't expecting that; she was surprised in a good way. In response, she proceeded to press her feet firmly on my face to varying degrees of pressure. The texture and quality of the surface of her feet on my face, all of that provided a psychological relief through the open expression of strong emotions, and she felt the same way, especially during a foot massage after the shoot. What a woman! It was so peaceful in an area surrounded only by trees and the sound of the water in the distance as the only witnesses.
Later, we walked around some more in that area, and we found another spot to finish the shoot. It was on the stairs, and I told her to pose with the idea of how it would make her feel, the idea of the two of us being intimate one day. And her body expressed what kind of mood that would put her in, and we started to snap away. The posing and the pressing of the shutter was how we did most of our communication because words were not necessary here. We were on the same wavelength, and so we expressed what was going to happen. She moved however she wanted, and I was there to capture her spreading her wings.
AN ENDING THAT SAW THE LIGHT After the shoot was over, we sat on a bench and got into a deep conversation about spiritual matters, delving into personal experiences of connection to something greater than oneself, exploring questions about the meaning of life, the nature of consciousness, the concept of a higher power, and how those ideas could influence one's daily actions and perspectives, and it included moments of introspection and vulnerability as she shared her unique understandings and challenges with spirituality.
Somewhere in that, as we spoke, she opened herself to me, confessing, "One of the most compelling moments in our dialogues was when we were speaking about aligning oneself to the frequency of family or origin and then consciously deciding to change your alignment to beings who had crossed over the [a body of water], to people who had lived in a body and who had moved into what we would commonly call Enlightenment or a unification consciousness but while in the body. I found that when I'm moving back into a habituated state of what my family would do or something like that, I can then close my eyes and sense into the vibrational frequency of one of those beings, and then the entire feeling changes. There was even a vision associated with it; you were in it, actually, where you, with your Golden Heart, appeared in a room, and then there's this beautiful golden light coming from your heart, and in that elevation field that you hold, I was also lifted up into that, and my heart became wide open and golden."
I don't speak in that way, but I got the gist of what she was saying, but this was someone who saw so much in me already. It was quite a moment for her and for me as I was trying to find the words to express how grateful I was for her expressing what was in her soul.
Then came the foot massage. She was talking about something (by the way, she was still barefoot after all that time), and either asked a question about her feet or made an observation about her feet, or it could've been me who made a comment about her feet. She placed her feet in the position that's in the last photo. She was looking at it, and I transitioned that into an opportunity to really put her on cloud nine.
I don't know if I said this already, but she told me early in the set that she had never had a proper foot massage before. Either her body was in a good mood, or she was really relaxed and just enjoying it; she enjoyed it a lot more than she thought she would. With her eyes closed, as if she was talking in her sleep, she kept saying how it was the best massage ever. We were by ourselves in the middle of nowhere, and so the sounds of nature surrounding us, combined with the nature of the massage, made her feel like she was in a world that was different than the one she was used to. The message placed us in another space and time. I made her see things anew. The person, the situation, the place, herself. Differently than she saw them before or seeing them in a new and enlightened way. We had some time on our hands, and so I went hard and slow on her feet. She was melting before my very eyes.
Zenya didn't have to say anything, but I could see she was actually getting aroused and couldn't take any more touching; otherwise, she would reach her climax because of the touches. I get it: one minute she was heading home. The next minute she's having this amazing massage in the middle of who knows where, with a guy she was starting to like while being touched in a sensitive area. This was getting overwhelming for her. After a while, I placed her toes in my mouth, and she was beginning to moan after trying her best not to. This was the stuff out of a softcore erotica film, only this was happening in real life with a real girl. I treated this woman delicately. She would open her eyes just to make sure that what was happening was really happening while not believing that it was happening because of how lucky she felt. She was developing feelings for me.
During all of this, I was getting more excited because I knew it was just a matter of time before she wouldn't be able to handle the sensation, overwhelming her senses. She suddenly jolted and moaned loudly, and I stopped altogether, letting go of her. While free from my hands and lips, she wiped some of the sweat off of her, and her breath was racing.
My touches improved her overall well-being. When she was provided that sense of relaxation and rejuvenation, after her endorphins were released, making her happy, with her skin warm, still looking flushed, she asked what I looked for in a girlfriend.
I told her that as a hard-working man, the last thing I wanted was a prima donna who was afraid of chipping a nail and who could not or did not want to get her hands dirty. I told her that I didn't want a prissy woman who was afraid to put her hands in some ground beef to prepare some meatloaf, someone who can work, someone who's not afraid of getting a little dirty, and someone who's even not afraid of getting a little smelly. "I really do mean it; I want to see some sweat on my woman," as I looked her in the eyes as I said it. Women who are too feminine, too dolled up, are cute to look at. There was a time in my twenties when I liked women like that. As I've gotten older, priorities have changed.
I explained to her that I liked workers: "Granted, there will always be a time to clean up, get dressed so we could do something nice together, and get sexy for one another." She needed to understand that I didn't want a girl who all she was going to do was sit over there and play with her hair and play with her phone while she looked good doing that, saying, "As long as I can fulfill your needs (especially in that one area), make you feel safe, beautiful, sexy, appreciated, wanted, special, I want you running errands, keeping the place tidy, cooking, but only if you want to do those things and it's not going to be a burden for you." By the way, if you're seen as that man, she will want to do those things for you.
As I've gotten older, I have become more interested in the heart, a woman who is passionate, someone who has a great work ethic. Together, we can become a team where we can accomplish many things together. I told her, "Afterwards, we can go have a good meal; you'll treat me like a king, and I'll treat you like a queen. However, we're going to have to work." With my woman, there is no sitting around, expecting to get things for nothing. I said that a woman like that must be willing to put a ballcap on, put a ponytail through the back, put on her Nikes, and go on some runs while still being cute and sexy about it at the same time. She loved the sound of everything.
What did she do after hearing all of that? She got very close to me and wrapped her arms around my neck, but not before kissing me on the lips. It was a deeply intimate hug. A hug that conveyed deep emotional connection, attraction, and intimacy; a tight embrace with body closeness, me holding her waist, lingering touches. I could smell the sex pheromones secreting through her pores once again. I loved it. Nothing was said except for something she whispered. Other than that, we let sounds of nature fill the air.
The Second Half of the Shoot FOREVER YOURS -- Click Here
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With Forever Yours, I gave everything I had and no one has helped out more in the shoot from several different aspects than she has. I forgot to mention that during the second half of the shoot, we were repeatedly bitten by mosquitoes. It was worth it because of everything that came from that shoot.
I woke up the following morning with no desire to visit the park. When I didn't go to the park the day after that and the day after that one, it became a decision on its own that I wasn't going to take more photos, and I was at peace with that. My original plan was to finish out the year, but I decided all of a sudden to not do anymore shoots with several weeks left to go before the weather got cold. I had come to terms that that was the end, and I was relieved.
Fast forward many weeks later, there we were, almost two o'clock on a Sunday morning. Another couple had been around for dinner and had only just left the apartment. The room was a mess with dirty plates, empty glasses and wine bottles, and Zenya and I were both tired and comfortably drunk. She made an effort to persuade me that she has a role in my life during our chat on the couch, casually placing one, and then both of her soft and lovely feet on my face so affectionately...
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GOODBYE TO ALL I was having so much fun that getting to know them made the days that much better for me, and it made the ladies more beautiful in the eyes of this beholder. All of that is what makes having a foot fetish better because it makes how you come to understand your love of feet feel different, more comfortable, and fulfilling. I have had the most loyal audience of all foot photographers. I've been a contributor of original content for more than ten years and have and was always all too giving to show it all for free.
The truest way to give our love for feet a good name is to give the women who were kind enough to give their time, smiles, and generosity to me a good name. This is a real and authentic way for foot photography to be conducted: by honest and respectful people who can lead the way and become true and authentic in their values.
You guys have been there for me every single time, and I cannot begin to tell you how much I owe that to you in terms of a debt of gratitude, and I could never thank you enough for your loyalty and your allegiance and how attentive you have been to me.
The people who leave comments in my thread are a fraction of the number of people who have seen the photos I have shown everyone. If you have been a faithful follower of my work and you never once came in here to leave a comment in my thread, understand how much I have cherished what you have allowed me to do and given me the opportunity to do for a little over ten years. I enjoyed very much interacting with the people who left comments under my posts because I always felt it was my responsibility to do that and because it felt like I was talking to a friend. It's been a blessing and an incredible gift to know that whenever I posted something new, it felt like a big event.
I'm pretty sure there are people out there who have wondered if it is going to hit me after the showing of Forever Yours. A little bit. I mean, it has been a few days since I posted her story and photos. I really feel that in a few more days, when everyone has already settled back into their own routine and I'm not here, and spring comes around, and then summer rolls around and I don't have that audience, that ready-made platform to go to, I'm sure it's going to impact me and I'm going to feel it a lot.
I really believe that I've had the best hobby in the world, doing public feet photography, and that I've had so much fun living the dream, meeting fascinating people, romantic companions, and women with incredible stories to share from all parts of life.
I never once, until I decided that I was going to venture into a new phase of my life (because life has a strange way of changing people's priorities), thought I would stop doing this. That's how much I loved doing this because this was an activity I did regularly for enjoyment rather than work.
Even though there may have been shoots I've done that you enjoyed so much better than some of the others I've done, I never gave anything except for my best efforts every time. That's what I tried to bring here. I always tried to come in here prepared. I gave you the best effort that I could muster throughout the years, and I never mailed in an episode because it was that important for me to give something for people to aspire to or be proud of.
I'm going to walk out of here in just a few moments when I say goodbye, knowing that I have never felt as if I was working when I shot those photos or chronicled their life stories for people to enjoy themselves. That's how much I loved this.
I leave here after all these years feeling unbelievably grateful and blessed that I have been able to do this. Bryant Park was a great starting point for me, and Central Park is the greatest park in the world, and the women who visit the park are simply amazing. For you guys who appreciated my work, you are passionate, and you cared.
I did this with passion, and passion is what makes everything better. Passion makes everything more exciting, more challenging, more dynamic, and that's what New York City has. About everything. We fight for a seat in a subway, we fight for the next inch, the next parking lot, we fight for the next lane on the highway, we fight for everything. New Yorkers are fighters, but that's what makes it great. It's the heart that makes it great. That's what these women live through in the city, and they still have the heart to be stars among stars.
The women I photographed live in the concrete jungle that is New York, and they go to the park to take some time away from everything. You can see it and feel it through the photos and stories how life can be for them. I make them become extraordinary people because that's who they are.
A huge thank you to all the incredible ladies who brought these images to life with your talent, dedication, and willingness to become the subjects and the focus of my photos. Your presence made all the difference! I enjoyed the ability you ladies had to convey emotion, mood, narrative, ideas, and messages.
One's life story was different from the other's. It never felt as if no two shoots were the same. Thank you for sharing a little bit of your lives with me. The shoots have inspired you to accept yourselves. By being in front of my camera, you were able to see the unique beauty in accepting imperfections. Thank you for sharing how love is something you do, more than just saying it. Thank you for showing a side of yourself that even some of your friends may not know about, opening your heart and celebrating your own presence in this world.
More than anything else, I want to thank you guys, the supporters of my work, because without you, I don't last a week. Without you, I don't last a month. What I would like to say to you is that I will miss you, I thank you, and, from the bottom of my heart, I love you.
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