We made our way slowly down the path that led to the stream,
Swaying slightly,
Drunk on the sun, I suppose.
It was a real summer’s day.
The air humming with heat whilst the trees beckoned us into their cool green shade.
And when we reached the stream I put a bottle of cider into the water to chill,
Both of us knowing that we’d drink it long before it had the chance.






























full super blue

It was Friday, July 31, 2015, I had just caught the mega surf bug that summer, and went down for an end of the week sunset session. Sunset sessions are my favorite, the beauty and the colors are seriously overwhelming. This particular sunset was accompanied by a golden full moon rise, which happened to be the 2nd full moon of the month, a blue moon, and a super moon. (Gee, the moon has so many moon adjectives these days.)

Floating out on the water, with the celestials aligned, the scene was ridiculous. I remember debating whether or not to paddle in to grab my camera and photograph, but decided to stay out. As I continued float and watch the moon rise out of the ocean, an epiphanic feeling hit me – the moon is really, actually, way out there, massive heavy rock, somehow just floating, just like I was floating.


Anyway, fast forward into the night, we’re hangin’ at a backyard BBQ with a bunch of local surfers, and all of the sudden they’re talking about hitting the full moon session around midnight. What!?! That’s a thing? I was elated! It’s rare to meet anyone in New York City who gets in the ocean at night, let alone tries to catch waves on a board! But the moon was extra bright, and there were actually waves, it was another very rare combination.


We reconvened on the beach and they’re all wearing glow sticks around their necks and wrists so they can see each other. I was already too dead from the sunset sesh to paddle out, but i swam out with my waterproof point-n-shoot camera. It seemed like a rough chance to get photos, plus they couldn’t really see me, and we didn’t really know each other, but I got as close as I could…


Some of the homies lit off a Chinese paper lantern.






A month or 2 later, I was dying to shoot more night surfing under the full moon, except the waves were way choppy with a strong undertow. Reid and I tried for a bit and just got these 2 photos.



and if you said jump in the river





























































After years of claiming, we finally spent the night sleeping like homeless on a New York City beach, making a washed up boat our home.







We woke up surrounded by flies, but could wash the itch of the bites off in the sea.



3 worlds of skateboard photographers come together over beach tacos. I originally knew of Frankie Galland for shooting skateboarding in the late 90s and early 00s, Terry Worona for shooting in Ottawa and now San Francisco, and Evan Collisson for shooting in Dubai in his teens and early 20s.





Fresh from the farmer’s market, summer fruit is the best.


The mud-bath sauna of upstate mud, installed in Rockaway.



















There was a major lunar eclipse around September 2015,



and Rockaway locals came out to enjoy it.


It was one of the blood moon eclipse’s.










bike kill 13

The 13th annual Bike Kill went down around Halloween weekend 2016. Bike Kill is usually in the streets, but this year it was in a massive, appropriately dilapidated warehouse. Hundreds gathered to ride funky franken-bikes and watch tall bike jousting.











This is a little compilation of unedited phone video that I took:

skatetown soup

Josh Stewart.


Josh Stewart’s gear pile.


Josh Stewart’s mini DV tapes.


Kenny Reed and Louise Menke published a book about their visit to Skateistan in Kabul, titled Some Time To Smile.


Scott Augustine, Kenny Reed, Louisa Menke, Lee Smith, Tony Cox.


Yonnie Cruz.


Waiting for the janitor to leave.


T told me the skaters I was in Harlem with should where helmets, I told her I liked her dress.


I took down her mailing address to mail her the photos, and she said she could use them for her funeral.


Ryan Lay.


This skateboarder dropped in on a Jeff Koons sculpture.



There was an art show at a new LES gallery galled Chinatown Soup, with some cement waves in their back alley.











Jon Mehring published a book with National Geographic titled Skate The World.



Watermelon Alex.


5boro premiered their video 5BNY at Sunshine Cinemas.


Paulgar Roura’s tattoo, an image from Smiths’ 2nd studio album Meat Is Murder.


Bro Bro Brolic

I used to go to this reservoir in high school, in like 1999/2000.


It’s super clean water, clean enough to be New York City’s drinking supply.



There were 2 rope swings, one is still there today!




A young local couple joined us, and one said, “Hey bro bro, would you mind doing a brolic swing so I can get it on video?” That’s when I found out most friends not from the northeast knew the term brolic.




It’s an ice bath jacuzzi!




Vermonsters in their natural habitat.






We went to the Green Mountain State and looked around for places to sleep.




Heavy metal breakfast.










It was Independence Day.








Another snow melt jacuzzi!









pushed aside

A few years ago Brett Nelson said, “That’s the best part about having professional photographer friends… you’ll never see the photos”, referring to personal photos getting pushed aside for work photos. I always think about how unfortunate that is, as if photos of your friends don’t matter more than your work.


Alex Konsevick


Hoyos had an art show.


highschool kids playing with steel wool and sterno on the williamsburg bridge

This highschool kid was playing with steel wool and drano, or was it sterno…


highschool kids playing with steel wool and sterno on the williamsburg bridge


Annelise and Andrea


Danilo’s signature bicycle move.


Cameron was working at Magnum, and linked me up with their master darkroom printer, Pablo Inirio, posing here with mega dodge and burn notes. He gave me the most amazing tutorial on split filtration printing, where you burn the blacks with a higher contrast filter, and burn the highlights with a low contrast filter, for example.


The Violent Femmes at Rough Trade, that acoustic bass guitar is amazing.


That is a Tom Fruin water tower, made with reclaimed plastic bits of storefront signs from chinatown.


We got to climb inside it!













Caroline on her 30th birthday.


Leks, Amanda, and Laia


I was gifted a last minute ticket to see Morrissey at Madison Square Garden. When they made me check my 80-200 lens, I went to the security office and the Gonz was there being forced to check his ipad. I was also bummed to miss the opener, Blondie.



Josh and Annelise


I met this girl on the street, and then months later we became roommates for a while.


Nazar, he’s one of the best dudes out, and an undercover sharp shooter.


Jamie Florance rented a Brooklyn treehouse for his birthday off Airbnb.



The kids who lived there were our chaperones.












Jilleen launched her shoe company, Onto.




Watching the Perseids.


Nazar brought us to a roof party in midtown, and we climbed a really big water tower.




Bryan got a trampoline, it’s looking really safe here…



Mukunda Angulo, one of the Wolfpack brothers, and Spike Jones, outside the Wolfpack’s art show.


Sade threw a carnival themed birthday party.


Bryan and Rachel


Whitey and Hagen





I bought a car to run biodiesel, which is made from waste vegetable oil collected from new york city restaurants, and goes straight in diesel cars’ fuel tanks without any major modifications, just changing some fuel lines to synthetic rubber ones, since natural oils eat away at natural rubber.





Chairlift at Cameo.










Chris Bernsten had the most amazing photo show, with a manual slideshow showing to music he picked.



crumbling addiction

It took a couple summers of trying before it happened, but about this time last year I caught a new addiction. But it’s ok because it’s fully therapeutic, and doesn’t rely on other people, just the ocean… Everything I could say about how beautiful, free and natural it is to splash around in the waves trying to surf some… and everything I’ve said about how it’s so perfectly addictive to be teased and fail all day with just a teaspoon of success to keep you hooked… it’s all so cliche, but all so true!


nikon f80, portra 800


nikon f80, portra 800


nikon f80, portra 800


nikonos v, portra 800


nikonos v, portra 800


nikon f100, ektar 100

I’m not super down for the sunrise session, but they convinced me to give it a try.



nikon f100, ektar 100


nikon f100, ektar 100


nikon f100, ektar 100


nikon f100, ektar 100


I’m more about the sunset sessions.


nikon f100, ektar 100


nikon f100, ektar 100



nikon f80, portra 800


nikon f80, portra 800


nikon f80, portra 800


nikon f80, portra 800





It gets pretty crowded in Rockaway, even when all we get all summer are crumbling waves.


nikon f80, portra 800


nikon f80, portra 800


nikon f80, portra 800


nikon f80, portra 800

south and east