I knew that these images were at risk for falling off the map and never meeting human eyes again, so click through for a non-chronological, abridged (mostly imcomplete) version of some of the in-between moments over the past year or so. All photos taken by Bently Anderson and edited by me.
Two goons on their first Shasta trip. Ryka spent five minutes trying to make sure his polaroid was set up just right. Oakland boys feel Shasta chill for the first time and spot Lumerians on the mountainside in white robe.
First time visiting this magical place. At the bottom of a fast and dangerous one, cold mountain water falls through the cracks. I like this one because it was one of the most profound instances where i really felt that i was past knee deep in a community that gives a shit, and that’s a really relieving feeling.
One of the plethora of privately owned paved roads in southern oregon with little shade and smooth black pavement. the cliffs were more daunting on the walk up than skating by, adrenaline took full responsibility for that run.
The beggining of junior year, I filmed some oakland gems with Entitlement Urethane and the footage came out two weeks ago. Ironically, junior year held some of the heaviest procrastination for me too. Not at this point though, in this photograph, I am all smiles for this ribbon rip of pavement
This corner is a doozy, with a late apex and a flat exit, not really a fast corner but one to lean back and really sit in, get comfortable with and enjoy. I remember I was on this teeny wheelbase and I felt my wheels on the very end of their grip point the whole time through the corner.
The triangles in the lower left and upper right corners really added a cool symmetry to this nice snap of Kyle. I really like the spin blur in the center of Kyle’s board, twisting from his contortions.
Bently and I tried for over a half hour trying to get this dumb photo of me doing a double puck down bluntslide on this driveway and I kept just doing it but after a good bap on my bum, i decided I’ll catch it next time, but looking back, my reaction photo of not getting the trick is way funnier than what we wanted to get, and I honestly like it more.
This was really a fleeting one, where my schedule intersected like skhandas between the New Zealand legend, Schoolboy Q and Coach. Riding this backside bus line is a de facto chair lift to the top of the hill, allowing for some time to bullshit back and forth and to scheme for the next lines we’ll take down the concrete waterfall.
Seeing the hill in a different light, Miles doesnt bother wasting energy smiling, he puts it right back into nailing his line. I never understood why he wore a lei on that day, put I guess it helped because he hauled on that road.
North of LA, suburbia had some really open fast ones that I dropped blind a few times, because these things are cake compared to the crumbly cookies of berkeley.
Catching some partially shut-eye at the top of a hollywood drop. I ripped this board for the first time on this trip that I bought from Jordan Crosby hours before we left. Sanded it down and made a sharpie drawing of the waterfall in shasta visited earlier that summer.
For the rkya wheel review, we filmed it on my grandmas couch and freeboard homie david showed up. I would never fathom this scene through the years of solo skating around my grandmas house, seeing so many friends through skateboarding make moves together.
I think this photo caught my eye because I have blown it just like Miles, and I have blown it just like Ryka. This spot is full of dust and pollen, making the road terribly slippery and often really silly. Miles however, did not make the recovery and caught dirt. Not without the help of Ryka, who managed to stand in the middle of the road with his boba tea, making problems and watching them unravel, seemingly unphased.
But what is a better vibe, than when you nail it. Fuck variables, just work on the spot and throw down.
Back when I lived in the hills, this was my corner. Often covered in leaves or in peril from the latest landslide, this left was blind unless you looked over the ridge at the last second before crossing over the jank to really squeeze the juice out of the apex. I watched JM Duran do that trick and pulled this exact move for Blake Smith for a Skate Slate article way back. Ever since then, I wanted that slide so bad.
Totally an over-dramatic coleman, but what really got me was the way the leaves fully engulfed the wheels and gave up some spray of leaves in front too. Flat road to 20% drop, this corner is goofy and not worth skating, unless the leaves are in the way.
Tahoe, shred the lake event. Bently brought this stupid fucking ring light to the session and blinded me real good. I wanted to finish my APUSH homework for that next monday, but who can focus when they’re friends are out doing dumb shit.
Sometimes Coach and I have these long conversations about the way we skate and why we do it the way we do. I know he has invested his time into OBG because of the way we approach hills and without a heavy heart about it. So this was one of those days where I did double puck down bluntslides to throw my friend a nice curveball behind the lens and put me in a zone that I’m rarely in.