There was a time when I was cool, or at least thought I was. I had long hair, played guitar and was in good shape. I was a rocker with torn jeans and boots. Cowboy boots to be specific. Although more associated with the wild west and country music, there was a time when cowboy boots were rock-n-roll. I had a few pairs with exotic skins including snakeskin, shark, and ostrich. I think I still have a pair around here somewhere. I don’t think I could wear them now if I tried. The last time I wore them I was amazed at the high heels that I didn’t remember being an issue when I was younger. Considering I’m 6’2″ tall, I must have been a towering figure. Made it easy to look around the bar, I guess.
There is a western wear store near where I’m working that has a large display of boots that can be seen through the large store window. I spotted them coming home from work one evening and thought I would be able to get a nice shot of the boots from outside. It’s usually too busy in the evening and the traffic reflects in the window too much to try to attempt a photo then, so when I saw that the lights inside were on in the early morning today, I thought that would be a good time to get a shot, since no one was around and the traffic was almost nonexistent. It was still fairly low light so I used the Super-Takumar 50mm lens around f/2 and a higher ISO to get the shots. Now excuse me while I go play some Van Halen on my guitar…..sans boots 😉