Ah the peacefulness of water a-flowin’. The smooth hiss of a stream slipping over rocks, the gentle paradiddle of minor waterfalls, the accompaniment of cicadas and crickets buzzing in harmony.
What’s better than a babbling brook? Certainly not a bubbling book. Or a broiling blurb. Or a booby babe. Or a–
Back up there, bub. If it’s booby babe vs. babbling brook, we might go with the former. A peaceful easy feeling is a wonderful thing, but a piece of tail is hard to top. But why choose? Ai Shinozaki gives us the best of both worlds with these serene shots of wading, lounging, and general bikini excellence in a lovely stream somewhere (we assume) in the backwaters of Japan.
(Throw in the fact that the language she speaks is as unintelligible to you as the creek’s own aquatic babbling and you’ve got an unbeatable deal.)