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Getting Married?

Posted in Clients, Video, Weddings with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 30, 2013 by bwarrenphoto

Congratulations on your engagement!

Now your planning begins.  If you are needing help finding the right people to make your special day even better, I can help!

Brandon Warren Photography can provide breath taking images of your wedding and perfect portraits to show all your guests.  Would you also like a stunning video of your ceremony?  We can do that too!

BW Photography cannot only provide beautiful imagery and videography of your big day, but also hair styling, makeup, and even locations for your wedding or reception dinner.  All services are provided by talented individuals with years of experience and knowledge in their fields, so you can rest assure that your wedding will be perfect.

We are not just a package deal though, and services provided can be tailored to fit your wedding needs.

BW Photography is now booking for 2014 so if you are interested in one or more of the options above feel free to request a quote by e-mailing  and I will get in touch with you ASAP.

A e-mail never hurt, so why not contact me today?  I look forward to hearing from you!

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Chick-til-A appreciation day

Posted in People, Spot News with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 1, 2012 by bwarrenphoto

Just a quick image to peoples reaction to recent statements in support of a traditional marrage between a man and a woman. The line waiting to get in the parking lot of Chick-fil-A in High Pont, NC on Wednesday, Aug 1, 2012. The minority always cries the loudest, but the majority always get things done. If only the minority would quit thinking of only themselves and holding the rest of us back.








Posted in Other, People with tags , , , , , on March 10, 2009 by bwarrenphoto

On Feb. 4, 2009 I woke up to a light blanket of snow on the ground.  I didn’t have school because my class was in Charlotte, N.C. for the start of the Southern Short Course conference, so I decided to take a ride and see what I find.  It was fun, and here are a few things that I came across.


A Kernersville city worker takes away an old Christmas tree in Kernersville, N.C., Wednesday, Feb. 4, 2009. Forsyth county schools were closed due to inclement weather, but it did not slow down the pickup crews around town.



Frozen footprints are all that remains of a lone hiker down railroad tracks in Kernersville, N.C., Wednesday, Feb. 4, 2009. Forsyth County Schools were closed even though the area received less than expected snow accumulation.



Jalen London gets a push from his older brother Jamaal London on their day out of school in Kernersville, N.C., Wednesday, Feb. 4, 2009. Forsyth County Schools were closed even though the area received less than expected snow accumulation.

Six year old Jalen London enjoys his snow day on a hill in Kernersville, N.C., Wednesday, Feb. 4, 2009. Forsyth County Schools were closed even though the area received less than expected snow accumulation.

This last one has a bit of a story.


I was riding down the road, on my way back home for the morning when I spotted some people out playing in the snow on ATVs. I thought this would be a cool chance to get some different shots from the rest with flying mud and snow, and there appeared to be a game of those not on the ATVs throwing snowballs at the ones that were. Seemed to be a great photo op. Well I turned around and drove back past the area where I saw the people and couldn’t find them, so I turned back around heading back in the original direction of travel about to give up on the idea when one of the ATVs came back into sight. I pulled over to try to see where the rest were, but they never showed (that’s when I took this photo) so I got out and walked toward the driver to find out what was going on and ask if I could photograph him and his friends doing what they already were.

As I get over to where the ATV driver, there is a white Jeep Cherokee laying all over the horn back at the road near my truck, but pulling into a driveway of a house. I began to wonder if the person in the Jeep was blowing the horn to get my attention, but as I started back toward it, it backed out and drove back in the direction in which it had come, still blowing the horn. Around this time the ATV rider rides up and I ask him about the Jeep, and if it was someone looking for him. I have wondered off in the woods before as well when people start to worry about you and drive around looking, so this is why I thought I should inform him of the horn blowing Jeep. The driver, which turns out is a young boy, I would guess 12-13 years of age, clammed not to know the Jeep.  Now I knew I was going to need to talk with some parents about any photographs due to the boys age. Before I could begin to ask for such information a scream came out from a few houses up calling his name, Dylan, and the boy through down his face shield, started the ATV, and almost ran me over driving to where the voice came from. Once the boy reached his destination, which turned out not to be very far away (300 ft or so) the screaming continued, and that is when I learned that the screaming voice was an angry/scared mother for her child’s safety. “You do not talk to strange people like that guy, you don’t know who that is. You do not talk to strange people!” The screaming ended with a slam of a door.

I was already heading in the direction of my truck, still trying to figure out where the voice had come from, and to figure out who I needed to explain myself to when the man that owned the property I was on came out of his house and called to speak with me. The man was nice and understanding, he understood what I wanted to do, and told me where the boy lived so that I could talk to his parents. I walked up to the house, still toting two cameras because I never went back to my truck. I pushed the doorbell, and didn’t think anyone was going to answer for a long time until finally I heard the deadbolt slide out of the doorframe and the door opened. I introduced myself and explained what I was out doing. The angry mother acted as though she didn’t believe me, so I showed her my school ID as proof. She looked at me, still not convinced. As she got a bit more confirmable, still angry, she stepped into the center of the doorway, never opening the glass screen door more than a crack. When she stepped out, this revealed her right hand, which was clenching a canister of pepper spray. This made me a bit nervous, and I started my way out of the discussion. During my final apology I had a door slammed in my face. I walked back to my truck, and went on my way.

This final photo taught me a couple things, not about photography, but about people.  Everyone is different with different backgrounds, and I do not know what is in their past.  Also, never expect people to understand photojournalism, especially while I am a RCC student.  I feel I approached this situation in the best passable way.

*All of the above is my account of the happening*