Locked, loaded.

It doesn't look like all that much, but it is. Fortunately, I only had to ride with the two boxes down to FedEx... the rest will fill up all space in the bagger. For weighing as much as it does, it really doesn't carry all that much. Or maybe that's relative... I usually have a Dodge Van full of shit when I'm going to "work".
This week's work? 7 or 8 grueling days of snowboard riding, motorcycle riding, skateboard riding, and the occasional camera riding at Mt. Hood.
Government Camp is just shy of 800 miles from where I'm sitting right now - this time tomorrow, I'll be sitting there.



Eu De Toilette.

I was lined up to shoot 2 perfume ads for one of my regular clients.  But shit happened, ads fell through, and I scored the consolation prize of a lifey shoot and some beauty in the near future. 
I was a little bummed.  The ideas were flowin', and I was really amped on doing perfume.  
But then, while jammin' through Big Bear Lake, came Landman...  consider that itch scratched.



Trampolines and infinite universes.  And unicorns.

Lay Zee.

Back from the Onward Westward tour for a few days now... just starting to scratch the surface of the images we got.  Here's one of me rollin' The Babysitter (AKA, The Garbage Wagon, AKA, The Lunch Tray, AKA... etc., etc., etc.) somewhere in the desert.  Rookie's 3/4, and Jer's the head out front.  I'm thinking I might need to dump a DVD player into that dash... that's a joke, of course.  But maybe not.


God's Revolver.

I just walked in from the Bolts Action ONWARD WESTWARD jam... so much awesome, but you'll have to wait a minute for more...
But I wanted to jump in and let y'all know that my favorite rockers in my favorite band full of rockers were listed last week as MAGNET MAGAZINE'S BEST OF 2008: HARD ROCK... go read it, then buy their debut album.  It's on iTunes.  You fucking NEED it.
I met up with Little Jonny Larsen the night before I took off outta town, and he told me the news over a couple cigarettes and PBR's, then hooked me up with the early cuts of their new album, due out in a few months...
I jammed the album on the iPod for a few stretches of long and lonely desert highways, and, even though the cuts I got were super rough, some sans vocals even, I promise you this:  You will not be disappointed.  These kids fucking KILL IT, and they're about to box your ears with God's Dick.  
And you're going to thank them for it.
And, for those followers amongst you, yes... it's probably the image that I shot of them that pushed them over into Best Of 08 status.  Or maybe not... maybe it's just that they fucking rock.



How is it that I've never heard of this band
until now? And, is it possible that this is 
the greatest piece of digital nonsense ever 
committed to a RED's sensor?