The Mudshow Diaries

It's about us. It's about a small circus traveling around the country gathering memories. It's called The Mudshow Diaries. It's about making sure my kids stay away from the elephants, catching beauty at my doorsteps, trying to find the laundromat in a strange town, documenting a disappearing way of life built around strong ties: A diary kept over two years of traveling with a circus in America became a journey in motherhood and photography, along with an odyssey into the country's forgotten paths and the circus' hidden world. Along the way it also became a journey in belonging - in discovering my family in a fleeting cast, reluctantly, and of finding acceptance, slowly, in this close-knit family that is the circus - love unfurled by tenuous chance, as on a tightrope. The diary follows the Kelly Miller Circus, a mosaic of people from around the world who live, work and travel together, from Texas to Massachusetts and back again, for ten months out of the year, seven days a week. My husband is an acrobat; I followed him into another life. On the road we had two sons, and I recorded, through both text and photographs, my life as a new mother intertwined with the life of an American tribe fast slipping into oblivion.