This picture has a lot of sentimental value to me. It’s solely responsible for getting me interested in photography and it’s one of the only memories I have left of my first “real” mountain bike. I was in a photojournalism class and was really interested in learning how to use my camera, but wasn’t having much luck and was feeling a little discouraged. Our assignment was “motion” and we had just gone over a lesson on panning, the idea of moving the camera while you take the picture to blur the background. I grabbed my friend and tossed him on my bike and headed out to try and get a shot. This was more than 10 years ago, so I was shooting film and doing all the processing and printing myself. I took about 20 frames and I had to wait all weekend to process the film on Monday and see if I got anything. When I look at this picture now I’m not as impressed as I was 10 years ago, but it was my first taste of success and it motivated me to keep learning. It’s also a great example of preserving a moment in time to reminisce about later. The bike was stolen, those woods are a gas station, Nick doesn’t wear soccer shorts anymore, but it’s all preserved forever in this one image. I know the image is below my current standards, but the weight of the memory makes this one of my favorite pictures.