Documenting Family on Vacation
I thought I knew what I would be photographing when I started documenting families: people at home among their things and their routine; wanting to preserve a slice of life while they were in their element. What I didn’t expect was how many people would hire me to document their families while they were out of their element, crammed in a hotel room with underwear drying on a shower curtain and suitcases that looked like they had projectile vomited diapers and onesies across the room.
As soon as I walked into that first hotel room, though, the trappings of family life on the road were instantly recognizable to me. I’ve been there too, you see! I’ve also dragged a giant jug of water from the nearest 7-11 to the hotel so that I wouldn’t have to delicately peel off layers of poofy blanket and the limbs of my sleeping children at 1 a.m. and go find a water machine. I’ve also hidden a stash of snacks for my husband and me to quietly munch on while watching Netflix, one earbud from the headphones in each of our ears.
I’ve also learned how multifunctional a gigantic, springy hotel bed can be—dinner table, trampoline, quiet breastfeeding corner, chaotic playground, iPad movie theater, dog pile of sharp elbows and soft toddler tummies.
I think I could probably work for NASA and coordinate research teams, secure funding, garner international cooperation, and then launch a space shuttle for the purposes of a top-secret research mission to Mars to secure the continuation of our species in a post-apocalyptic climate-ravaged world because I have already experienced what it is to check out of a hotel room by 11 a.m. with young children. Nothing scares me.
I’ve tried to crack the code of a completely foreign public transportation system on too little sleep, not enough coffee, and kids who keep needing to go to the bathroom.
I’ve poured over Google Maps looking for the closest coffee place that’s open and applied “vacation standards” to the snacks I allow my kids to consume.
I’ve taken the cell phone snaps for posterity.
I’ve felt like a fish out of water and also reveled in the experience of watching my kids explore a new environment.
Here’s the thing about family life: it will find a way to persist wherever you go. It may take a day or two of adjustment, but you’ll find yourself developing a new routine so that you can keep doing the thing that you always do—taking care of one another, loving each other and being in the world together.
What a privilege it is to be fish out of water together, to discover that home can happen anywhere because it was never about where you lived but; home has always been the people you love.
So of course people will bring me in to document a slice of life while they’re on vacation. Family life doesn’t stop—home doesn’t stop!—when you’re traveling. If anything, family bonds become stronger as everyone works together to create home in a hotel room, on that hotel bed that’s both clothes sorting station and changing table.