A young american girl sits, surrounded by ugandan children at an urban school in the city of, “Kampala”. Hands clasp as a young girl examines a skin tone she has never seen. Six heads pile into the photo, filled with a range of emotion: curiosity, joy...hope. “Suubi” translates from the Luganda language as, “hope”, yet the origins of the word are far beyond this. Originating as a Ugandan parable, Suubi was a collective phrase meaning, “we have hope”. This image like the word suubi, speaks loudly that hope does not come alone, rather, it is built through a multitude of connections: all ethnicities and cultures included. (Photo by Morgan Reynolds)
A young american girl sits, surrounded by ugandan children at an urban school in the city of, “Kampala”. Hands clasp as a young girl examines a skin tone she has never seen. Six heads pile into the photo, filled with a range of emotion: curiosity, joy…hope. “Suubi” translates from the Luganda language as, “hope”, yet the origins of the word are far beyond this. Originating as a Ugandan parable, Suubi was a collective phrase meaning, “we have hope”. This image like the word suubi, speaks loudly that hope does not come alone, rather, it is built through a multitude of connections: all ethnicities and cultures included. (Photo by Morgan Reynolds)
Mikayla Thornton, a high school senior, stares pensively through a lighted window. Although the object of her gaze is not pictured; the great contrast of light and dark shows the tension of her adolescent state. The frame of the photo, invites the world into a deeply personal moment of inner thought and transition. A universe of expression is shown in a single face, signifying the great scope of emotions which pass through the human mind.(Photo by Morgan Reynolds)
Standing boldly, a young rider sits, as a silhouette upon her horse. Contrasting the beautiful blue sky, the pitch black outline of this pair stand as shadows reminding me of my own own passion for horses growing up. The clouds break in the background of this photo symbolizing a new day dawning upon prior pursuits. Finally, the horse’s ears stand in defiance, pointed back (a sure sign of unrest within horses); protesting the ending of childhood hopes and passions. (Photo by Morgan Reynolds)
Caught in motion, a man walks across a dirt road in the small town of Suubi, Uganda. His face is riddled with a curious expression leaving viewers with an ache for more details of his state: where is he going? To who is he grimacing? All these questions however, are impossible to answer through the the lens of a passing van. Similairly, the country, filled with colorful details of bright shacks and motorcycles, cannot be uncovered through one single visit or metaphorical, “van ride”. (Photo by Morgan Reynolds)
Full of passion for adventure, a dear friend, and recent high school graduate, is pictured leaning against the roadway. Her stance and surroundings symbolize the beauty- yet burden of her season of life. Remnants of a sunset are seen as childhood memories fade. A bright street light shines upon her; centering the figurative (and physical) road of adulthood; laden with decisions and responsibilities upon which she must soon walk. (Photo by Morgan Reynolds)
“Antalya”, is seen in bold lettering lining the traces of my young brother’s shirt as he looks down upon our childhood home: Antalya, Turkey. Taken from a higher angle, this photo shifts perspectives giving viewers the feeling that they are reliving this moment along with my little brother. The sentimental cycle of looking back continues as this moment captures the recollection of a thousand. (Photo by Morgan Reynolds)
A friend in the unfamiliar downtown looks left and right trying to decide which way to turn next. (Photo by Morgan Reynolds)
Discouraged by fourth place, a young equestrian hangs her head after exiting the ring. Show jumping, like any other sport, comes with the emotional trials of defeat. (Photo by Morgan Reynolds)
Hannah Joy Kinney, a dear friend, smiles widely into the camera with dimples that seem to speak. Pink tones of the closing sun find a home in Hannah’s face as nature returns the beaming gaze.
“1..2..3”, the timer blinks as the lens crashes in capturing this beautiful Colorado landscape. Albeit gorgeous without any individual in the frame, I felt a special connection to this peaceful lake. Hoping to absorb in myself the beauty and stillness of my surroundings, I could not help but attempt a self portrait. Setting my camera upon a makeshift tripod of dirt and rocks, I risked technical safety for the chance to find a reflection of my own heart among this wilderness masterpiece.
2 thoughts on “The final shot: Morgan Reynolds’ senior portfolio”
WOW !! Morgan, what an exciting menu of photography and heartfelt reflection . You make your family and your God reflect with His words to Satan as He replied …..” Have you seen my servant Job ?” ……Have you seen our sweet grand daughter Morgan and her God given talents ? Have you seen her Heart of Help she is offering to those she touches ? WOW !!
May God Bless You Sweety…….We love you , Moe and Grammy
WOW !! Morgan, what an exciting menu of photography and heartfelt reflection . You make your family and your God reflect with His words to Satan as He replied …..” Have you seen my servant Job ?” ……Have you seen our sweet grand daughter Morgan and her God given talents ? Have you seen her Heart of Help she is offering to those she touches ? WOW !!
May God Bless You Sweety…….We love you , Moe and Grammy
Amazing moments captured. Loved your thoughtfully worded vignettes!