Sunday in the park, engorged

Some lucky folks live in climates so warm that they can routinely stay naked much or all of the year. But if you're like me, living in a northern and cooler climate, you spend much of the winter longing for warmer days and warmer places. During those times, it helps to relive the good times, the summer days when one could be comfortably naked in the great outdoors.

And if you're like me, you can recall not just being naked outside, but naked in public. One of my most recent adventures in urban nudism took place last summer, when I strolled unashamed, nude from head to toe, through one of Seattle's most famous parks with a full view of the city — while giving the city a full view of me.

In some ways, this was more brazen than some of my other daylight dares: Unlike my day of nudity in Gas Works Park, there was no Bohemian public event to sanctioni such exposure. And unlike my naked walk through Seattle's arboretum, I wasn't lurking near a notorious gay cruising zone. Instead, I was balls out in a large, leash-free dog-walking park with a major biking and hiking trail running through it. The area also boasts one of the most scenic views of Seattle's skyline, making it a popular destination for photographers as well.

Fortunately, my photographer Andrew Adam Caldwell and I managed to steer clear of most park goers, though a couple of guys did walk by us, paying little attention. Luck and daring, not location or time of day, allowed me to be myself and make yet another statement about the value of being clothes free wherever and whenever you like.

If you'd care to share my nostalgia, check out the latest addition to the Nakedism photo gallery, Sunday in the park, engorged. Then drop me a line and let me know where you have been naked lately.