a passion for storytelling equalled only by a passion for people

I whistle while I work. It's not that I have any resemblance to the seven dwarfs–other than premature balding and corrected vision–I simply think they have a sophisticated quality: work hard and keep a good attitude. It's a decision I make and carry into every aspect of my day. Constantly humbled by my profession, I want to produce pieces that allow an audience to empathize or laugh with the face behind the headline. To communicate what that story looks like, sounds like, and feels like. By sharing their moments and learning from my subjects–it’s this unpublishable experience that fulfills me.

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A Day at the Races – visual essay
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SPORTS – ACTION

A Day at the Races – visual essay

Lexington, Ky., Sept. 04, 2005 Amidst dangling pearls, stubby cigars, and the sour odor of bourbon wafting through the air, is a horse race. Welcome to the experience at Keeneland, a race track in Lexington, Ky., where names like “Tidy Up,” “Tin and Lint” and “Thor’s Daughter” are shouted from the sideline as horses dash around the dirt track. Jockeys weighing little more than 100 pounds perch themselves on top of the half-ton steed. The extreme combination of a human athlete and animal athlete make this sport unique. WPnathanmorgan_39 Lexington, Ky., Sept. 04, 2005 Amidst dangling pearls, stubby cigars, and the sour odor of bourbon wafting through the air, is a horse race. Welcome to the experience at Keeneland, a race track in Lexington, Ky., where names like “Tidy Up,” “Tin and Lint” and “Thor’s Daughter” are shouted from the sideline as horses dash around the dirt track. Jockeys weighing little more than 100 pounds perch themselves on top of the half-ton steed. The extreme combination of a human athlete and animal athlete make this sport unique.
Amidst dangling pearls, stubby cigars, and the sour odor of bourbon wafting through the air, is a horse race. Welcome to the experience at Keeneland, a race track in Lexington, Ky., and Churchill Downs in Louisville, Ky., where names like “Tidy Up,” “Tin and Lint” and “Thor’s Daughter” are shouted from the sideline as horses dash around the dirt track. Jockeys weighing little more than 100 pounds perch themselves on top of the half-ton steed. The extreme combination of a human athlete and animal athlete make this sport unique. WPnathanmorgan_40 Amidst dangling pearls, stubby cigars, and the sour odor of bourbon wafting through the air, is a horse race. Welcome to the experience at Keeneland, a race track in Lexington, Ky., and Churchill Downs in Louisville, Ky., where names like “Tidy Up,” “Tin and Lint” and “Thor’s Daughter” are shouted from the sideline as horses dash around the dirt track. Jockeys weighing little more than 100 pounds perch themselves on top of the half-ton steed. The extreme combination of a human athlete and animal athlete make this sport unique.
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Amidst the dangling pearls, the stubby cigars, and the sour odor of bourbon wafting through the air, there is a horse race. Welcome to the experience at Keeneland, a race track in Lexington, Ky., where names like “Tidy Up,” “Tin and Lint” and “Thor’s Daughter” represent the horses dashing around the dirt track. Tiny jockeys weighing little more than 100 pounds perch precariously on top of these half-ton steed. But the excitement of the day is not so much about the horses or the jockeys or the speed of the race as it is about the overall atmosphere of Keeneland. It’s about betting a thousand dollars on two seconds. It’s about the classic style and romantic nostalgia of horse racing. It’s about dressing up in Italian leather shoes with a double-breasted jacket, and it’s about pearls and large hats and parasols. It’s all about one Friday afternoon in October at the races. races Amidst the dangling pearls, the stubby cigars, and the sour odor of bourbon wafting through the air, there is a horse race. Welcome to the experience at Keeneland, a race track in Lexington, Ky., where names like “Tidy Up,” “Tin and Lint” and “Thor’s Daughter” represent the horses dashing around the dirt track. Tiny jockeys weighing little more than 100 pounds perch precariously on top of these half-ton steed. But the excitement of the day is not so much about the horses or the jockeys or the speed of the race as it is about the overall atmosphere of Keeneland. It’s about betting a thousand dollars on two seconds. It’s about the classic style and romantic nostalgia of horse racing. It’s about dressing up in Italian leather shoes with a double-breasted jacket, and it’s about pearls and large hats and parasols. It’s all about one Friday afternoon in October at the races.
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Patrol Officers Tyler Clark and Craig Sutter are just a few of the officers who help patrol all hours of the day to prevent alcohol abuse. WPnathanmorgan_44 Patrol Officers Tyler Clark and Craig Sutter are just a few of the officers who help patrol all hours of the day to prevent alcohol abuse.
Patrol Officers Tyler Clark and Craig Sutter are just a few of the officers who help patrol all hours of the day to prevent alcohol abuse. WPnathanmorgan_45 Patrol Officers Tyler Clark and Craig Sutter are just a few of the officers who help patrol all hours of the day to prevent alcohol abuse.
Patrol Officers Tyler Clark and Craig Sutter are just a few of the officers who help patrol all hours of the day to prevent alcohol abuse. WPnathanmorgan_46 Patrol Officers Tyler Clark and Craig Sutter are just a few of the officers who help patrol all hours of the day to prevent alcohol abuse.
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