That way this post becomes less of a “re-run episode” and more of a “special features” section.

Skate Sunday

Since no one had work and everyone was usually prettyboard on Sundays, Skate Sunday became an inevitable conclusion among the people I hang with.

These photos of a spot that turned into an bust came out nice, but I never posted them for whatever reason. I like all the greenery though. Lush.

This is what Trace thinks of my skateboarding skills. His criticism is harsh, until you actually see me ollie, then it becomes reasonable.

Apparently Greg doesn’t take kindly to younger skaters. Watch it, kid.

Trace switches something out on my Myrtle deck. I can’t remember what exactly he was changing, but I remember thinking later on that he’d made it worse.

Nelsen worked hard that day. I remember saying to him “Ok man, that was great, now just push it as HARD as possible. Ok, nice. Now higher.” He was literally dripping when he was done. Dude knows how to bring it to the Ditch of Doom.

These photos of Nelsen and the photos above of Trace both appeared in the first issue of my zine. I can’t remember why I didn’t ever post these to the blog.

I shot about 400 frames at the Volcom: Wild in the Parks Tour and came away with some stuff I’m really happy with. Most of it is more of the unorthodox kind of skate photos (butt shots, heads cut off, skaters in the way of other skaters) but I tend to lean that way anyway.

See more of my Volcom skate photos here.

Wedding Photography

One of my dearest friends, Charlotte was married this year.

Ashley Thalman makes an apperance in this photo.

I like this photo because it’s not perfect, but I think honest.

This is what weddings are like for young kid. A thing you dress up for and have to smile at. I especially like the little girl in the back pulling her eyes down. I have no idea what she’s doing. But it’s adorable.

Speaking of weddings, I’ve added a wedding portfolio to my site.

Da Guyz

Ballin’ with Da Guys.

If you take sports seriously enough to not let a guy with a camera on the court, you’re doing it wrong.

Cj thought that one of their frogs might have been eaten. By the other frog no less. Nature, right?

It turned out that it had only gotten stuck in the water filter, so you know happy ending.

This is what a lot of the past year has been like for me. Hanging out with friends. Rescuing frogs & solving mysteries.

Smashing a microwave at Satan’s Land.

(I hear Satan’s Land is now becoming defunct due to construction. If that’s the case, local hardcore bands will need a new place to get their dark, contrast riddled pics taken. I suggest train tracks or dark alleys.)

This half joke, half serious, all awesome band shoot was for Vic’s band Mexi Sexi.

Indeed.

Not everything has a satisfying answer.

Portraits

Dad showing me how to true a tire on my new road bike.

My father is the nicest, most honest guy I know. He is also the worst joke teller I know.

The house I live in now is near the home that I grew up in. Trace, Cj and I went to explore some of my old stomping grounds. As a kid I used to disobey my parents and ride bikes back there. The place is now completely overrun with brush.

I guess that just goes to show that things change, or something.

To see more from that shoot click here.

Last minute sumo wrestling.

Every time a friend leaves on a mission, we go power tumbling. Noah’s number was called this time.

I went to see Kimi run her half marathon. I have never seen anyone more excited then Kimi was after she finished. Kimi is already a lively person, but this was insane.

Somewhere in Utah, road trippin.

Guys and pizza.

Girls and cameras.

Nads, Kimi and Allison.

Life is better with them in it.

If you can’t make it to one of those fine establishments there is a .pdf available or you can email me your address and for $3 I’ll send you one over.

I eventually put up a photography blog on Love City and got the idea to do a zine that’s sort of based on this blog.

It’s a simple deal, 20 pages of mostly photos with not-spell-checked captions. If you live in Provo copies of the Love City Zine can be found. . . somewhere. I’m not sure where I’m going to place them. If you’re not in Provo you can email me for my address or download the PDF here.