In early October the trek was made to Hawaii for the three days of wedding festivities.
…here in one run-on sentence is more or less what we did for 72 hours.
With an original design pioneered by Jacques Cousteau, the Nikonos was a revolutionary, easy to handle, quality underwater camera…
There was only so many moments left before the dreaded start of the school year and these were the last moments of summer.
Freedom is an amazing feeling. For my good friend Michael Blackshaw, freedom came in the form of four wheels.
The High Roller Classic made its way to Central Florida this past February bringing out the area’s hottest rollers and rising stars.
The first time I heard about the infamous “Slab City” was in a book I bought a few years back called “Self-Made Worlds.”
Ben had turned his old backyard pond/pool into a skater’s dream feature.
A few weeks I ago I went down to Nicaragua for my brother’s wedding and a Thanksgiving celebration with the family.
The wakeboard crew that resides and rips in the sleepy Henderson county city
A confederate flag flies high, old appliances and trikes sit out in the yard, and two guys are always out front drinking beer
In early August Rusty and I finally planned a shoot together that involved putting a battery powered strobe in a helicopter.
The kind of bars that are hard to find and so local to an area they are almost intimidating to enter.
…I went “all the way” on my 50mm lens purchase.
A few weeks prior I had scored an old Polaroid Passport Camera, and the party was the perfect time to break it out.
“Is that the guy that smashes watermelons with a sledgehammer?”
Back in May Transworld Wake put on their annual “Devise & Conquer” wakeskate contest.
Early in July I made a trip out west on a whim and ended up spending a few days in the Bay Area
On a recent search through an older hard drive I came across a very diverse set of photos that all began with ‘July 4th.’
Astor is a small town on the edge of the Ocala National Forest in Central Florida.
Almost six months after traveling there the place has never left my mind.
The whole vibe of the contest had a Woodstockish feel. No one really showered, wore shoes, or changed clothes.
A lot of great memories were made in the O-rena and that morning was the last chance to say goodbye to an old friend.
The sign is hard to spot but it features half an alligator, a lot of discoloration, and a few letters left from the word “Souvenirs.”
..and what girl with their hair freshly “did” wouldn’t want to have their picture taken?
… it looked like a scene from the video game ‘Tony Hawk’s Pro Skater.’
Photo opportunities only the panhandle can offer kept sidetracking the journey…
… a photo project that involved taking pictures of my friends at their place of work, their “Office.”
“…. all donned “leathers” with the signature Warlock Phoenix emblazoned on the back. “
Here is my ode to the Trail, my favorite road in Orlando…