This past weekend I was in Paris. Today I’m in New York. Next week Texas. Sure it sounds cool, but how does this mesh with being a parent?
Someone whose opinion I respect once gave me great advice: “Never stop traveling.” With success, he explained, many fine photographers stay home and the work withers. After the birth of my first child another friend noted that there were very few great photographers who were also good parents. The reason, he explained, was that these photographers were always on the road. Needless to say, all this advice has caused me grief. If I need to travel to be a good photographer, how can I be a good parent?
I’ve started asking people this question: what great photographers have also been good parents? I ask curators. I ask other photographers. In response I’ve seen a lot of pinched eyebrows and shaking heads. The list is not long. One name I heard was Lee Friedlander. Can anyone out there come up with some more?