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For the month of November, Prince Street Cafe is hosting a gallery of images with Rafiki Africa from Alendu, Kenya, including on First Friday, November 2, 2012! This gallery features two aspects to a long term photojournalism project with Rafiki Africa Foundation, a Lancaster based organization that supports a community in Kenya primarily with the proceeds at Rafiki’s Deli at Lancaster Central Market. This gallery also ties into a feature article published in Fine Living Lancaster Magazine‘s November issue, going further in depth behind the images and telling a greater story of the lives this work affects.

For more information on how you can support Rafiki’s work, please stop in at Rafiki’s Deli or visit their website,


There are a lot of exciting events coming in the next few months for JBP! For those who have been waiting patiently to see the images and hear the stories from Kenya, that time has finally come and in a variety of avenues listed below.

I’m also increasing, but also capping, my focus in capturing weddings, as I merge visual storytelling and photojournalism from a both a wedding and social standpoint. My approach is entirely the same for both subjects, and the time I have spent capturing one avenue has directly grown the other. I feel as though the layers in each image, as well as the storytelling as the images connect, is deeper and stronger than ever before. I am also praying for a return to Kenya which is in the works and could happen quite soon. There is much more that has yet to be finalized, but for now, I leave you with this!

-First Friday Gallery – First Friday November 2, 2012 – Prince Street Cafe, Lancaster, PA Exhibit continues throughout November 2012.

-Kenya Story Publication – Anticipating a November Release- Fine Living Lancaster Magazine, Lancaster, PA. -Kenya Exhibit – Rafiki’s Deli, November 2012 – Lancaster Central Market, Lancaster, PA.


“I will commit myself to the work I began before ever winning a single Tour de France title: serving people and families affected by cancer, especially those in underserved communities. This October, my Foundation will celebrate 15 years of service to cancer survivors and the milestone of raising nearly $500 million. We have a lot of work to do and I’m looking forward to an end to this pointless distraction. I have a responsibility to all those who have stepped forward to devote their time and energy to the cancer cause. I will not stop fighting for that mission. Going forward, I am going to devote myself to raising my five beautiful (and energetic) kids, fighting cancer, and attempting to be the fittest 40-year old on the planet.” – Lance Armstrong, 7x Tour de France Champion

Before “cycling became the new golf,” you first should know that I grew up being made fun of for being a cyclist well before Armstrong was a household name. I shaved my legs, wore spandex, and knew more about carbon fiber than everyone but a NASA scientist in the year 2000. Armstrong made it all look as sheek to you as it was to me. In my 2003 senior yearbook, I was “Most likely to become Lance Armstrong’s next teammate.” I stayed up until 3AM waiting for those 20 minute recaps on ESPN because no other cable news station aired the Tour de France, the race that few Americans would even know about were it not for Armstrong.

I have spent a great deal of time photographing this inspiring athlete on and off the bike, from covering his Comeback 2.0 at the 2009 Amgen Tour of California, to photographing for Livestrong directly in the fight against cancer, and feel as though this isn’t justice at all. Even if he were a doper, this case wasn’t handled right, I wouldn’t want any of my friends to be treated this way, and ultimately, it hurts the fight against cancer more than anything else. As my friend John put it, “They can strip the 7 wins away from him but they can’t strip him of his truer life’s work. One is a bike race, one is a life saver. Which one would you want to be remembered for?”

Here’s to the continued fight against cancer. Livestrong.

With a Heart of Gold – Lolo Jones

For those who are unaware, I lived in Baton Rouge, Louisiana for about a year after the Deepwater Horizon Oil Spill, which I of course photographed. I had a lot of reasons for the transition: social, professional, and primarily a few photography projects I wanted to see through. The entire experience was a sequential, almost coordinated path of destruction and failure. But out of it, some really awesome events have transpired.

I was working on a personal project covering LSU’s track team and it never quite took off, mostly because my job photographing at The Advocate went under after a budget cut and I moved back to Pennsylvania. The 2011 LSU Alumni Gold meet took place on April 23, 2011, and wouldn’t you know it, Lolo Jones showed up. Of course she showed up, she’s Lolo Jones. I had never met her, nor did I know she was competing that day, but I knew who she was right away by how she carried herself. Her fitness level was leaps and bounds (ha!) greater than anyone else at there at LSU, which is the leading collegiate producer of Olympic track & field athletes in the United States. That’s saying something, folks.

Lolo Jones Jordan Bush Photography_01In one way or another, I have had the privilege to photograph a lot of world class athletes in competition over the years. Fine, I’m only 27 years old and it hasn’t been a ridiculous Peter Read Miller or Walter Iooss career just yet. But that list includes Lance Armstrong, Floyd Landis, Mike Vick, Donovan McNabb, Levi Leipheimer, the Philadelphia Phillies, and basically every professional cyclist on the circuit since 2008. And of that group, Lolo has more heart than any of them. She competes with an intensity and drive that I’ve never seen anywhere. Sure, Lance had to basically rebound from the clutches of death, but after he got healthy, his career has been impossibly fortunate in ways beyond his control. Lance was calculated, but Lolo has a fire within her soul like no other. I have to be somewhat balanced, especially because I’m photographing Lance again next week. Love you Lance!

If you want to narrowly define success by a singular event, say, oh, the Olympics, Lolo deserves unthinkable sympathy. Her experiences are more frustrating than I ever want to comprehend or even know. It is more awful than I can express in any amount of words. In far less, seemingly glamorous ways, I know what it is to miss accomplishing a central dream after putting everything into it. And while I want to get to an Olympics for an entirely different purpose, that isn’t how I define success. Eternal success, however, is something far greater, and Lolo has it. And I don’t believe she wants a drop of sympathy. I know she isn’t in this for money or fame… you simply cannot buy what she has; one has to earn it.

What makes an athlete stand out, what brings them to the forefront of accomplishment, is the obstacles before him or her. In Lolo’s case, they are still coming. She has literal and figurative obstacles in front of her journey, and has been relentless in her pursuit to turn them into opportunities for growth and inspiration. She finished a race with a result separated by the blink of an eye, a race most wouldn’t have even thought to pursue, let alone given Beijing. And if you want to split hairs, Lolo is the fourth fastest woman alive. What’s far more incredible is that millions across the globe have been inspired by her journey, and it is long from over. That’s what I call real #success.

I grabbed a few images of Lolo passively that day at LSU’s Bernie Moore Stadium. After that event, I wanted to ask to visually follow her on her journey over the next 18 months to really tell her story. But I didn’t even have the guts. And that’s my point here. How many people lay down and die in the face of adversity, overthink the possible and make it seem impossible? Or maybe something is impossible, but does that mean we shouldn’t try? How many people don’t have the courage that Lolo does to step up her game, sacrifice everything, stand up for what’s on her heart, and truly go after it? That’s what makes Lolo, Lolo. Her drive has made me reevaluate what I pursue, and how much heart I must have in those endeavors. There will always be haters, but not one of them matters. What good is hate? There’s a lot to learn here in this situation, for all of us.

So Lolo, whatever you decide to do next, please know that you have faithfully accomplished far more than any of us will ever come to know. There is, after all, a heavy piece of gold that you carry; not on a ribbon, but in your heart.