I got my first board in the mid-80s and was in big. Street, ramps, ditches. I hit everything I could. As the local scene grew, I picked up a camera to capture it all. From 1986–1991 I put out Twisted Skate Mag. My photography slowly got better as the spots I hit got further and further away. Then baggie pants and tiny wheels rolled in and I faded out.
These days I leave the camera at home and skate as much as possible which is never enough. Expect random musings and plenty of black and white blasts from from the past to come.