for your consideration

enhance

fake sky


sad sack


tippy top


keep shufflin

workshopping

half-wig

this is somehow a pleasing combination of aluminum bleacher and red imitation leather


dust chronicles


rainbowslide


best sweatshirt contest winner


this is the most half-assed dreadlock wig packaging i have ever seen

doggin

back in the midwest, and we went to this to support my mom and her dog as they compete for the title of winner of the dachsund derby 2011


killer instinct


samantha did not do well in the traditional sense, but she pushed the boundaries of our idea of the racecourse by wandering around and then jumping the fence


pretty sure this dog is in a band


there was a bit of controversy on this one because people thought the winner was not really a true dachsund. it was a an ugly scene.


this is a dog dressed as a banana

bubble and scrape

these shapes keep coming back to me. it's sort of like in close encounters when he makes that mountain out of mashed potatoes. what lies ahead?


this might be a little intense for a monday morning, but this is one of my favorite book covers and i found it in a thrift store in australia along with a cassette of "taking tiger mountain by strategy". so heavy!

drainage

as i readjust to being home and sort through the rubble, i am going to talk about a place and suggest how good skateboarding is for the soul and body.

you know a spot is going to be good when it requires a little woodland hike to get there. paul, pictured here, was kind enough to take me to this spot twice during my time down south.

the drains aka cat-town (get it?). a perfect little downhill number with all the good curves and cracks you'd expect. down towards the bottom, people had arranged brush and branch to make little wave-things that you could tuck under. only in a surf town, right? awesome.

it was one of those places i always wanted to skate when i was a kid but never quite found. i astral projected and let the 14-year-old version of myself inhabit our body and look at it and he was pumped. he was all also really stoked that we had armpit hair now and somehow escaped middle school.

peace and sweetness. dude, you should probably stretch first.

the bro cruise down. paul was on an 80s dogtown ben sherman that weighed about 20 pounds and those big soft wheels that were born to do exactly what it is they are doing.

i did not land this, but it looks cool, right? no one has to know.

paul tucking under one of those little branch-tubes. so pitted!

amac was there (and he took a lot of these photos and the photos of the art show. what a good dude, he is.) and got some. he had that surf-y style for miles. he also proceeded to embarrass paul and i in a variety of bowls later that day with fearless edge-dawgs and frontside slash babies.

all things must end, but at least some of them end with a nice little walk through some plants.

and no ditch mission is complete without some weird satanic graffiti. thank you paul and amac for sharing the goodness and once again delivering a day that won't be forgotten.