It was just 20 degrees in Ithaca this morning, but I went for a jog anyway.
And I had a thought; I mean after all, my blood was really flowing.
In his interview in Contacts, Martin Parr says he is on the front lines, because (from his position of privilege), he is out documenting middle and working class life, where the real meaning of culture lies.
My thought, perhaps photographers like myself are really on the front lines. I don’t photograph from great privilege, ego, or with great access. I don’t it for a job, but rather because I can think of no better way to make meaning from my own life and experience. I really just make pictures out of a love of photography.
I am photographing from the front lines because I am photographing my life.