The Josh is Posh. That’s all there is to it. I feel like I can say that because we watched him grow up. One time, when our ward was performing Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat, a very young Josh stunned us with a voice that riveted everyone. I thought it was a recording and was trying to figure out who was lip syncing. Gradually, it became apparent that that rich, mellow, melting voice was coming from none other than Josh. I haven’t heard him solo since – but I long to. I’ll never forget that happy surprise. And now, here I get to photograph his chiseled mouth and dimpled chin, and the whole of a generally all-over gifted young man.
When he brought out his black trumpet I couldn’t stop snapping images like these.
Good luck to this wonderful Senior Man.
