There are a lot of things I love about being a photographer. This post is about one of them. My dad is a lawyer and a judge - I point that out for a reason which I’ll get to shortly. Of course, he’s much more than that. He’s a role model, a friend, and a genuinely good man. He’s got a bit of a baby face, a laid back but charismatic presence, a great sense of humor, and quick wit - all of which I’m sure have served him well as a litigator.
My mom, who has some modeling experience, is very comfortable in front of the camera and has endured many of my experimental sessions (she is one of my favorite people to photograph). What I noticed when I was looking through the photos I had taken of my father was that he was very “aware” of the camera. He’s used to being in front of a crowd, he’s a great public speaker, and he has to run for office every two years so I’m sure he’s had his share of photo-ops. No doubt, as a result, when I raise the camera, he poses. He’s never completely relaxed or at-ease, never one-hundred percent himself.
My favorite portraits almost always come from the one on one sessions, especially when it’’s family. I love capturing an image that shows me something about the people that are close to me - something new or different, something that I haven’t seen before. And I had those images of almost everyone in my immediate family - but not my father.
So, one day last summer when Laura and I were at a family function at my parents’ house, I asked him to come down to the garage with me (they all know what that means). I took a chair with me and had him sit while I got set up. I took a few shots and got the standard “dad-on-camera” poses. I was trying to make small talk to do something to loosen him up. Eventually we started talking about my youngest brother, JP. JP is a good 17 years or so younger than I am - at the time he was just out of college and had his first “real job” (he’s an umpire now - ump’d a game at Fenway last week - that’s a whole other post). He was telling me a story about JP. I don’t remember what it was specifically, but I remember that we were both laughing - hard. For just a few seconds I think he forgot about the camera, let his guard down and I got one of my all time favorite images.
It’s of my dad being a proud father.
