I’m a filmmaker now. Did I mention this before? Yep, it’s official. Get my name on those shortlists. “And the Oscar goes to….Uncle Danno.” I’m slowly getting my sealegs when it comes to technique. I’m a long way from anywhere but at least I can fumble through post without wanting to jump off the roof.
I’m a believer that one of the most important things a photographer can do is to photograph their own family. This can be effortless or a battle that leaves all parties spent and foaming at the mouth. Portraiture is a specific psychological game and practicing with family can really help out when you venture forth and begin to work with strangers.
For most of my life, my mother was the family documentarian. Armed with her trusty Pentax K1000 and weathered Haliburton case she snapped year after year, chronicling the good, the bad and the Milnor ugly. Then one day she stopped, handed the baton to me and said “Time for you to drive.”
Recently I aimed Dusty south and ventured to my mom’s cabin to photograph her and to learn how she came to carry the camera that recorded our lives.
If you don’t photograph your family you really should. Even those members who fight tooth and nail to avoid the lens. In fact, start with them. Go forth my photo-children.