atwtr: bob's skateboard.

I totally love it. the small photo of it makes it hard to see the awesome art. click the picture to see the bigger version, it's well worth it.

atwtr: um, actual races.

okay, so, honestly, I'm not that excited about taking pictures of actual racing. I like taking pictures of people afterward, or before, but during, well, it looks like spacemen riding mopeds around in circles. I know all these guys, and I can barely figure out who's who. it seems like the only real reason to take them is to hope you'll get a really interesting wreck picture (good job with that, Ciao) I took a bunch anyway, here's some that I like alright, I think the first one's my favorite.

scooter races, part two, chinon:

man, this camera did NOT do well. unless my desire was to have blurry colors across an empty track, or unless the scooter kids were going 12 million miles an hour the whole time. ah, well. Some nice shots:

scooter races, part one, special moments:

went to the scooter races. there were motorcycles there too, so we brought eva in order to show her even more american redneckery. shot with the special moments camera, so there's some good shots, but if I really wanted to do it right, I'd cheat, scan at high res, zoom in, recrop, that sort of thing. but here's the ones that came out alright without all that whatnot. jesse's in there somewhere.

elias (sam) giangos

even elias running away from me taking a picture makes for a good picture. I'm going to catch him one day. sam is one amazing kid. really funny and witty, really drunk and fall downy, really self deprecating, really generous and kind. a hell of a good dude. apparently he has an abundance of steaks these days?

i fucking hurt myself playing kickball. no joke.

our team needs to be drunker. if we can't be any good, we can certainly be drunk.

sometime in the birthday vicinity.

PHOTOBLOG, BEGIN:

Every Sunday, Em and I have been forsaking our previous Sunday activity of playing mopeds for the new and exciting summer time activity of playing softball. It's good. There's entirely too few girls (generally, just Em) and I keep hurting myself (the muscle in charge of sprinting is broken on me) but it's a hell of a good time. Here's the view from the side lines. One of these days, I want to hit that school with a nice slow pitch.