i grew up one of three sisters, in a home filled with girls. when i got pregnant and i found out i have having a boy i worried i would not know how to raise a son. now i have two boys and they could not be more different in personality and temperament. perhaps becasue i have two boys i seem to know many parents with only boys. we compare notes and anecdotes, trying to see if there is some secret answer to building bonds and kinship between the brothers. of course there are no answers and every relationship is different. but the fun is in the sharing, comparing and trying to see if there IS something that binds all families and siblings and if so how to preserve it, nurture it. i am starting a new series photographing brothers. i always thought this picture i took of my boys at the tuilleries in paris totally exemplified their relationship. my older son is helping my younger son out of the car by undoing his straps for him. you'll notice the casual elbow to the throat, the puzzled yet still trusting younger brother who is accepting his help in good faith. that false and brazen smile on my older son's face is the kicker though. like he thinks he can charm me into not seeing what is right in front of me. i wish i could say it's gotten better. but i have hope!
more from this series to come.