Layer by layer beneath a windmill

Grass, timber, and a wind that will not settle. She arrives dressed for a walk and works downward, garment by garment, until nothing remains but daylight on skin. Shoulders go back against the weathered boards, a tilt of the chin finds the light, and each pose holds.

Most outdoor stripping treats weather as an obstacle. This one recruits it. Hair lifts, cool air registers on bare skin, and the old mill gives her something solid to press into. The camera sits wide enough to keep the fields in view, tight enough to study her full figure in plain daylight.