Although dressed in proper garb of hat, jacket, and long skirt, her feet are bare and her dress is held up revealing her thighs and an edge of underwear. In another, Hayward stands centered on a gravel road in the middle distance. Her back is turned to the photographer who has hung back to take the picture, but will soon join her on their walk. Beyond Hayward is the sensual sweep of mountains, the erotic lacy outlines of conifer trees. On the cover, two nude women crawl across a rocky slope in a southwestern landscape, their bodies white against the dark formation.
Dry grass grows in pubic clumps.
The vista is breathtaking. The delicate outline of mountains undulates along the horizon. But many of the photos carry hints. Along with images of male transvestites and men who appear to be lovers, are paired images of women vulnerable to each other and to the viewer, images in which women embrace with ferocious tenderness. In one a woman with a mastectomy holds her hand in a shielding gesture, as if to protect her lover from pain.