Whiskey River,

Take My Mind

The first time I ever saw a concert live, my friend and I snuck into a Willie Nelson show that he was playing at the racetrack next to my house. I was twelve.


From the moment the flag dropped down and he stepped up to the mic and belted out the opening lyric of Whiskey River, I was exhilarated and inspired to do things that reached an audience.

And I've tried to be the kind of storyteller that the outlaws would be proud of ever since.

Photo of Willie Nelson, by Josh S. Rose.

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Seeing The Queen

She wore a fuchsia dress and matching hat, but it was her smile I wanted to capture. The color was distracting. I waited. This is seeing in black and white. It's about the values of color but even more about knowing what you want to convey and why. And, finally, when. 

Image from the Polo Finals, while on tour with Yoshiki. See more photos from the tour here.

The Comeback

August 5th, 2015. That was the last time Aaron Barrett pitched a major league game. When I met him at the Nationals Spring Training, in 2019, he was on the last mile of a four-year, Herculean effort to return to the majors after multiple surgeries and re-learning to throw and trust his arm again. When I talked to him, he could tell me precisely how many days it had been. Then, just this September, he did it. Pitched a masterful inning in the majors. 

Image of Aaron Barrett, for the Washington Nationals. See more from this series here.

You Are The Truck

It was a highly-functional set. Our art director was a genius. No request was out of bounds, which was essential because there was actually a lot of improv going on in these portraits. A lot of "could you make a thing that looks like a thing?" The result, though, was some images that are both staged and authentic at the same time. It's a special way of shooting.

Photo from the Ford Ranger Portraits. See more of this series here.

The Unobjective Eye.

There is no vanishing, no wallflower, no disappearing act. The photographer is there to cry and laugh and cheer and stand aghast, too. You feel what you shoot. There is no objectivity. We are all humans.

Photography of Loca from the In/Tents Project, on Skid Row. See more of this project here.

Laying Flat in Beverly Hills

The job was to capture the LA Marathon, specifically in Beverly Hills. Different photographers had stationed in different parts of the city and were tasked with capturing both the marathon as well as something iconic about that specific area. I'd scouted spots the day before. There were more traditionally recognizable areas but they didn't heroize the runners. I found this spot that only worked laying flat on my belly at a crucial turn in the race.

Photograph from the LA Marathon. See more event photography here.

Josh S. Rose

Photographer, artist, writer, living in Los Angeles.

More information on Josh here.

joshsrose@me.com       Tel: 310-200-1600

Every now and again, on subsequent moons, in between the howler's cry and my neighbor's monthly midnight insomnia walks that I like to join, I'll write you a newsletter. I task these moments of discussion with weighty observational, historical wordplays that, actually, are quite stunning. Or so, at least, mumbles my neighbor.

Thank you!