Do you remember the story of two cousin mice who, each thinking the other's home in the country and the city was greener than their own grass, upon visiting one another were grateful for their own home. I am the city mouse. I have a very dear friend, who is an amazing photographer (she has actually been my mentor for quite some time) and who lives about an hour from DC. In the country. When I look at her work filled with images in wide open fields, with dirt roads and wooden bridges, I must admit, her grass looks greener (it probably is, not as much traffic gridlock on dirt roads in the country.) There is a part of me (the part of me that grew up in Texas in wide, open spaces) that just wants to shoot a portrait session in a field of tall grass with nothing for miles around. The problem is that where I live in McLean, Virginia there is nothing wide or open or undeveloped. Except for one hilly terrain that backs up to a very windy road and a housing development. As I have driven by it the past few weeks a little voice in my head has said, just try it. So tonight I set out with my in house model in tow to do just that. Let me just say, wide open fields aren't all they're cracked up to be. There were lots of thorns and thistles and every step I took I just waited for a snake to bite me -since we have a real snake problem in the city : )
And my model was even less enthused. She kept saying to me, "we go now mama" the further we walked into the thorn infested, poop-filled field. This is what I finally got from her, not too happy:
So when my friend, the country mouse, called to tell me she was coming to the city in search of an "urban location" for a photo shoot, I had to smile. If by urban she means, overdeveloped, overcrowded and not as green- we've got you covered. And there's no other place I'd rather be.