Josh Morgan and I have compiled five of our favorite shots from 2014 so far. Most of the photographs I have chosen can be found on my personal website.
We haven’t announced the start of our joint blog, but we decided to include some of our favorite works from this year as an introduction to who we are and what we enjoy photographing before we tell our friends and colleagues about the blog.
Our growth as photographers, journalists, and storytellers has no limits and we both strive to grow with each new experience. The image above is one of my five favorite shots from this year. You can view my other choices on the f/2 blog. Don’t forget to visit Josh’s post on f/2.

Josh Morgan and I have compiled five of our favorite shots from 2014 so far. Most of the photographs I have chosen can be found on my personal website.

We haven’t announced the start of our joint blog, but we decided to include some of our favorite works from this year as an introduction to who we are and what we enjoy photographing before we tell our friends and colleagues about the blog.

Our growth as photographers, journalists, and storytellers has no limits and we both strive to grow with each new experience. The image above is one of my five favorite shots from this year. You can view my other choices on the f/2 blog. Don’t forget to visit Josh’s post on f/2.

Josh and I went back through our archives this week to pick out an image that portrayed motion. I have learned a lot from the older people I encounter. They have taught me about life, love, loss, and earlier this year they taught me how to move on the dance floor. The night began slow, giving newcomers a chance to learn the different steps. The shots were fairly standard—smiling faces, wide shots, tight shots, but nothing truly said dance. I had my eye on one lady throughout the night. She was a beginner and she could not stop smiling. My chance to try something different came as the tempo sped up. I took the opportunity to play with a couple pan shots as the lady and others switched places in the square. That night, I’m proud to say, I learned a thing or two about how to square dance.

Josh and I went back through our archives this week to pick out an image that portrayed motion. I have learned a lot from the older people I encounter. They have taught me about life, love, loss, and earlier this year they taught me how to move on the dance floor. The night began slow, giving newcomers a chance to learn the different steps. The shots were fairly standardsmiling faces, wide shots, tight shots, but nothing truly said dance. I had my eye on one lady throughout the night. She was a beginner and she could not stop smiling. My chance to try something different came as the tempo sped up. I took the opportunity to play with a couple pan shots as the lady and others switched places in the square. That night, I’m proud to say, I learned a thing or two about how to square dance.

My little sister got married last week. I photographed my mother and sister getting ready prior to the wedding. The task was not easy as I found myself running errands for my sister on her command. Perhaps it was a crazy idea to photograph her wedding, but I would not deny her request. I was neither guest nor a full fledged photographer. I jumped in for a couple shots and I took a photo of her leaning on my shoulder while dressing near the mirror. Josh and I set out to photograph layers during that week. Two assignments and I was out on furlough from work for the rest of the week. I can’t say I did much of a great job remembering that I needed to shoot layers for the week, though I did get a few at the wedding. I chose this photo because it helped encompass the moment. My mother said very little throughout the morning. She kept to herself and seemed to tune out the world.

My little sister got married last week. I photographed my mother and sister getting ready prior to the wedding. The task was not easy as I found myself running errands for my sister on her command. Perhaps it was a crazy idea to photograph her wedding, but I would not deny her request. I was neither guest nor a full fledged photographer. I jumped in for a couple shots and I took a photo of her leaning on my shoulder while dressing near the mirror. Josh and I set out to photograph layers during that week. Two assignments and I was out on furlough from work for the rest of the week. I can’t say I did much of a great job remembering that I needed to shoot layers for the week, though I did get a few at the wedding. I chose this photo because it helped encompass the moment. My mother said very little throughout the morning. She kept to herself and seemed to tune out the world.