It is not enough to love your camera, to love photography and to love travel. Good portraits are about loving people, other humans, those that co-inhabit our earth. Looking at them with compassion, togetherness, curiosity and the wish to belong to this fascinating and colorful range of humanity.
We are often asked by others about the place we call home, especially if we tend to move around the planet. Looking at this photo of a family in Phnom Penh in my archives, I realized that the answer is simple. This family has created a little home on the pavement of a big city, and when I look at it and when I remember what it was like, I know that at that moment, this was their home. For this little girl lying on the street next to her brother and behind the legs of her mother, there was a safety of being at home.
It is not our things only that define our home, it is much more the people we call family.
posting this from the airport on the way to Denmark… I will be posting as time permits between now and June 1st and apologies in advance for having no time to comment or respond till I go back home in about 8 days.
After a 13 hour flight, and 2 airports, home is the absolute best place to be. The familiar rooms, the sense of belonging, and most importantly your own bed and shower. I was talking to a friend recently who said home is where your ‘stuff’ is , and somehow there is a lot of truth in that. We nest like birds and eventually the the twigs we collect along the way become our comfort, our security, and our home.
photo: a leftover Christmas decoration on the window looking out at the skyline of Shanghai