Hellos, again. Boy, is it cold outside. Fortunately weather breaks like these give me time to sit down and look through the ol camera. Here’s a couple things from the past few months. I’ll try and explain things the best I can, but feel free to just scroll through my nonsense and enjoy these photos. -JW
Tony at villa park. Dusty ass camera lens.
Trevor in Davenport Iowa. This trip was originally planned to go to Skatopia. But with rain in the forecast, we headed west instead.
Julian put this whole trip together, and it turned out to be a great time. Zig zagging across the Mississippi River through four towns via a local named Tony. Each spot was a treat, perfect for Halloween.
Scoping us out
Going on trips is fun. Being with skateboarders turns everything around you into a playground, and when you have a solid group, it can turn into a great day.
Back home in Palos Hills. Follis seen this gap behind a coffee shop, and decided to give it a go.
Everything about this picture is great.
The indoor mini! Man what a crazy spot. A couple people built this ramp in a small warehouse room, and ever since this has been skated by local and traveling skaters. With art that you can look at for hours, and tricks that’ll blow your mind, it’s a favorite spot in this freezing weather.
This is Serre, a young buck who was horking big airs at Cream City. He slid on the ramp and got a big splinter under this thumbnail. His dad gave him a set of pliers, and without hesitation he rips it out, and rolled back into the bowl. Fucking ripper.
Not sure if he landed this, but still amazing to see.
even the locals were impressed.
Katie, Nick, and Tony.
Trevor in Atlanta
We hit up stratosphere skateshop and they pointed us to Pebble Beach DIY. A skatepark built by the locals in abandoned shopping center.
These last couple pics were from the down south showdown. A music fest featuring a bunch of rock n roll bands. A lot of the bands were pretty cool, but the only one I shot was Criminal Kids.
Trevor was ecstatic after winning money in dice.
The hills in Atlanta are no joke. On the last day in town we bombed a three block long hill. Not sure why any of us thought that was a good idea, but Tommy Troubles took a pretty bad slam in the process, and we went straight to the hospital. Sometimes you get sent trying to send it.
If you know a nurse or doctor, thank them. Our room was directly across from the trauma unit. Shit was wild, and these people deal with that kind of stuff every day.
I’ll stop talking, and start working now. Til next time. Cheers.