Middle Aged Nudists

Today we look at some middle aged nudist men, starting with this fellow who appears in a number of photos in which he seems to be officiating.  I think he's making an announcement here.

 

Scandinavian

This handsome guy made the cover of a European naturist magazine's Scandinavian edition.  

Many of the photos inside were by Jean Ferrero, but I don't know about this one.

 

No info

I have no information whatsoever on this one.

 

Cropped

The cropping here is unfortunate.

 

Art Show

Although it doesn't much look like it, this guy is helping 

set up an outdoor art show at a nudist resort.

 

Sea Life

This snorkeler and friends are looking at what appears to be some sort of sea life.

I hope they didn't tear up a reef to get it.

 

1973

This one is from a 1973 European magazine,

and I think it was a mass beach party.

 

1980s

This is supposed to be a 1980s snapshot from near a nude beach.

 

Happy

I really like this happy looking guy leaning on the back of a station wagon.

He appears in several 1960s nudist photo shoots.

 

Australian

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Dad

Closing the boating series with a photo I found labeled "vintage dad."

 

Aged like a fine wine

Some men age better than others, and I put this one in the "fine wine" category.

 

Middle Age Nudist Day

It's middle aged nudist day, and we start with a man in quite good shape.

 

Ankle Deep

Our subject here seems to be ankle deep in the ocean on a day with very little surf.

 

Golf

These two are playing golf without the benefit of grass.

 

Water Pump

I think this gentleman is operating some sort of water pump.

 

Wedding Ring and Budweiser

I don't know why, but this guy with a wedding ring and a Budweiser looks familiar.

 

French

This is supposed to be an indoor shower at a French nudist resort.

 

Trophy Winners

These two Aussies have won trophies for something.

 

Prickly Pear Workout

The backdrop for this handsome man's workout is a patch of prickly pear cactus, aka opuntia.  My sister got thrown off  her horse once into a prickly pear thicket, and it took our mother hours to pull all the thorns out of her.  The upside of having all that stuff around was that Mama made really good jam out of the fruits.  Processing the fruit was an arduous process, though.  During severe droughts, I had every 12 year old boy's dream job, riding around on a tractor with a flame thrower to burn off the thorns so the cows would have something to eat.  I had an interesting childhood.