I grew up watching a lot of Walker, Texas Ranger. (Just going to let that sink in for a line…)
Now that you have recovered from the shock, I guess saying “grew up” is misleading; like someone else was watching the show and I just happened to be in the same room when the reality is that I watched it on my own. In secret. With passion. Oh, yes. This city girl has a very, very small and until now very, very hidden country side. If I owned cowboy boots, I’d wear them probably more often than would be socially acceptable as a tribute to my love for Chuck Norris and his Cordell Walker character (if J.Crew starts carrying cowboy boots, someone will need to take away my Visa, please).
I’d watch his roundhouse kicks and the way he was able to stop charging animals with his signature Chuck Norris stare (You thought I was joking didn’t you?) and while the already forming mini-city-girl in me laughed at the true campiness, I did kind-of think that maybe one day I would live near Dallas, Texas and own a house surrounded by miles and miles of open space.
So, that said, it may come as no surprise that this super-secret-part-country-girl longs to photograph couples in fields of tall grass and open space. Throw in a red barn in the background and I’m in heaven. Of course, the irony is that I am indeed a city girl; even dreams of country living couldn’t stop that from happening. But give me a camera and I turn into that denim-skirt-pigtailed-Walker-Texas-Ranger fan and I find myself pulling off the side of the road to bring my (infinitely trusting and wonderful) clients into open fields drenched in sunshine.
Oh, Walker. I think I love you.
