Trina Vo and I wanted to take some “The Grudge” inspired pictures, so we went up onto my roof and Grudged out. Trina Vo’s initials are TV, so I included a TV and it became a TV Horror Picture Show.

Here are a few photos I took recently with the concept of inside-outside.

My friend T-Dog and I hung out for the Fourth of July. We rode our bikes around and found some cool spots to light off some fire works. Here is a photo story of our day/night.

We found a place near my house in Ridgewood that looked really cool as the sun was going down.

No one was around so Trina unleashed the pyro from within.

Trina put a explosive on one of the train carts like the terrorist she is.

When the sun got lower we decided my rooftop would have a better view of the professional fire work displays.

Trina went up the stairs with sparklers in hand.

This was an attempt at writing something. Try and guess what it says.

Time to clean off the fun fun fourth and prepare for the fun fun fifth.

My friend Chris Grosso and I, went up to visit Donny Barley in Rhode Island to see what he has been up to. On the road to meet him, I kept thinking about all the amazing tricks he did in one of the first skate videos I ever saw, Welcome to Hell.

Meeting Donny and listening to his stories gave me a glimpse of how hard it must be to be an athlete trying to stay in the game. Which is a struggle I bet most athletes have. I also learned about how the economy affects skateboarders like him, especially with this inflation of young up-and-coming skaters who are taking the big checks and leaving the forgotten legends in the shadows.

It was pouring the day we went to visit Donny. We saw so many floods that consumed cars which were left abandoned in the middle of roads.

Donny puts on a skate school at this skatepark by his parents house. The money he makes from teaching goes right back to the skate park for future construction. He has already earned around $40,000 for the park.

This is Donny and his parents. They are very supportive of Donny and his skateboarding career. His mom had a few autographs for Donny to sign that local skaters passed on to her.

In the back room of Donny’s skate shop.

This is Donny in front of his skate shop in Rhode Island. There is a corporate skate shop in the mall near by that just opened up thats been taking away from his business, so if you find yourself at a Zummies in Rhode Island, then…uhhh…don’t buy anything.

When we were saying our good-byes, Donny told us a with fire in his eyes, that we haven’t seen his last “great” skate part. So be on the look out.

While exploring abandoned nuclear missile silos in Kansas we came across a calf that had fallen in a hole fifteen feet deep. We didn’t know how long it was down there but it was still alive and we knew we couldn’t leave the site without saving it. We found another hole that a calf had fallen in, and the only thing left was bones. So we took action:

The Calf deep in a hole in the middle of nowhere Kansas.

This is the family of cows that protected the hole and they moo’ed at us the whole time we intervened.

We called the authorities, and soon after, a bunch of them showed up. First the ranger, then the police, then the cattle owner who was pretty pissed off.

The cattle owner found a old piece of metal in the shape of a ladder and her son got ready to climb into the deep darkness where a scared calf shook in fear. The cattle owner was a old old woman who was as tuff as nails. Here she is dragging the ladder towards the hole.

Ed, the landowner, watched on from a distance. The cattle owner yelled at him for bringing us there, even though he owned the land that her cattle was on.

As the son descended into the hole, the ladder slipped down deeper and deeper into the hole. I think it was because of his weight.

The son got kicked in the balls by the calf a few times, but he eventually got the rope around it’s stomach and gave the signal for the old cattle owner to pull the little guy up. So up he went. I was so surprised in the strength of this old woman.

The calf ran like no tomorrow and only looked back at us once before disappearing into the wilderness to find it’s mother. It was amazing that it’s legs weren’t broken from the fifteen foot fall into the hole.

Ed watched as the calf ran into the distance.

This is the hero himself. He didn’t let me take his photo at first, but then agreed if he could flip me off in the picture. He said thats just how he likes to pose. Understandable.