our cadence make the rules too. seeing a show in your hometown is a cool feeling.
the best part about xmas was seeing baylee
on new years day i picked up drew and we went to madison for a bike polo tournament. it was played indoors at this weird workout gym. madison, milwaukee, chicago and minneapolis all had teams of 9 players. we played the games like hockey, with line changes. they call it bench minor. it was super fun. each city played the other city once. it feels like a jock to say, but damn, milwaukee slayed madison and minneapolis. we beat chicago by one goal.
birdie and matt. i blasted a super powerful work lite at the ceiling, set on slave. i set it off using one of my small flashes with a pocket wizard. i was so hyped to shoot polo indoors again, especially a place with an open ceiling i could utilize. its odd to have such soft light freezing the action. usually its direct and harsh.
team mke [with a few bgp stealers], victorious. you can see the rest of the shots from that day right here
made it almost a month with that sketchy thing growing on my face. if it only felt half as good as it looks.
back to work
at least winter makes interesting designs on things. at the very least.
rockford. speaking of rockford, i drove to a town south of there on mlk day in the sketchiest snow storm. took 3 hours. i got to the school and the swim team was nowhere to be found. there was a dive meet though, so i shot that just to give myself a rest from the stress of trying not to die on the highway.
i shoot sports like skate photos. sports photographers shoot skating like sports photos. context, man, its all about context.
"hey dad did u just fart? i felt the bench rumble."
looks like i drove to byron illinois for a reason after all
no one wants to shoot wrestling because its so homoerotic. but thats all in your mind. not mine. it does make my back sore though. this night i was having fun watching a mom/daughter across the mat...
the composition i was waiting for. you can only imagine what those two are talking about back there.
forgot all about panning last time i shot skiing. but since i shot those photos of pat skating in the garage i had it fresh in my brain. low light, no flash, slow glass - no problem. if youre steady you can freeze this shit at 1/80th of a second. i love the red and blue sticks turning to purple where they cross. this photo is one of those small victories ill hopefully be able to build off of.
we are [almost] 138
got my shit down to about two pallets worth. hopefully i can get it down to just one by the end of spring.
in his own pile of junk, cole found a letter home from one of my teachers, informing my parents that i was involved with some kind of cheating. i had no recollection of the described event.
milwaukee is so segregated, i always feel like a dick photographing on the south side. like some middle class tourist in his own town. but this shit is interesting.
always liked the cord things at benjis. nicos alright too.
there was a foggy day in december
unanticipated cluster in time/space, relative to/dependent on my position in/on the surface of this frozen earth
when i processed this roll, i tried to shock the film by alternating between super hot and super cold water in the final washing stages. its supposed to make a broken up, cracked texture. i was pussy footing it though and it didnt really happen much at all - this is the one frame from the roll where its most apparent, especially on the blinds.
hey whats up, going to skate at scream kitty park. dude. well... yeah.
speaking of cream city, ive been there about 1.3 times a week this winter, and trying to shoot some photos each time i go. about half the time i actually get around to it. just too busy shredding, bro. ive been trying to shoot dudes i dont know. seems to be going well.
digital tester of jojo doing a mondo boneless one
unannounced, he threw in a fingerflip. holy shit man.
racine homie evan olsen on the oververt
i asked him what the secret to the rock'n'roll was [besides not being a pussy] and he said something about waiting for the moment of zero gravity. of course!
some crazy dude named brandon put down a blunt backside. super gnar. he also stuck a nollie bigspin, way up. jon scholz saw him busting and had to get some too...
backside tail, all up in that pocket. wowzers.
dugs, fs board. i want to reshoot this.
two months left before its time to send birdhouse another flow video. backside tails, man.
i blew it on the last holga fish roll. lets reshoot this too. lets reshoot everything.
skated four seasons with trevor. what a treat.
this guy nick krenke was doing wall taps to tail. he wrote his name on a piece of smelly pizza box and its been stinking up my room for weeks. maybe i should email him the shots so i can throw it out. maybe that fuckin girl shoulda been looking forward so this image would be more rad. thats my fault. im not assertive enough. as usual the digi was a test for this...
i asked him to do it maybe six times and he nailed every one. pretty neat when people have unconventional moves in the bag like that. photographing people i dont know is a good practice too because i feel less comfortable asking them to do the trick a million times. if its dave or dugan they know its probably going to take ten tries before im happy, and they never put up a fight. im spoiled by their selfless valor.
that spine is so fun - its tiny and packed into that attic room and its got that tight wall...
just imagine im grinding up there.
thanks trevor. this shits classic!
the long process of archiving boards
im looking at details like wheelbite marks and smithgrind smears, documenting every stupid thing my teenage self ever sharpied onto the bottom of a deck, and all the different grip tape designs. it would be impossible to put them into chronological order exactly, but im hoping to arrange them loosely as they were skated. once i have pictures of them all, it will be really easy to let them go. i should build a huge fire somewhere.
when you think about it, sports are pretty amazing. but also really stupid.
we played racquetball
for the first time in at least 14 years
it was a hilarious affair. we went back a few days later and played five games. c-ham beat me 3 to 2. my stomach hurt all day from laughing so much.
robot reaaaalllly loves dugan
13 degrees - really not that cold if you think about it. god damn.
im lucky i can open the door and i can walk down the street. im lucky i got nowhere to go and so i follow my feet.
thats the kind of building i want to work in...
24 hour grocery store
there is no time for donuts, we must prepare for terrorist attacks. just between you and me, if the world was ending id be reaching for the biggest donut, not some boring ass bottled water.
and after i had my last donut, id reach for something furry
watched jfk with dad-ham. i was hoping it would blow his mind.
hey dad, you know that art thing on the wall has a 13 on it, right?
i mean, how do you not see that? it must have been a subconscious decision at hobby lobby.
nothin brightens your day up quite like the camera shelf at goodwill
recently sifted through hundreds of old slides, and found this one of my great grandparents standing under the sign for the pier 13 restaurant, probably somewhere in the south. it could have been any other number but for some reason they chose to stand right under a giant 13. what are the odds?