It’s true.  It’s been twelve long years and, for some strange reason, I still skate.  I’ve broken my wrists and ankles multiple times, gotten a few concussions, been ticketed far too many times to count, and had to deal with condescending security guards and police more times than my ego will let me remember.

But even at age twenty-five, something compels me to go out and throw my body around.  I’m coming out of a period where I actively tried to resist skating so that I could concentrate on my studies (grad school), but I now have a modicum of free time.  Again, I find myself drawn to skating.  Somehow, going out and exploring the city I live in while attempting to change the way I view everyday structures (as obstacles, not as objects) still has some sort of hold over me.It sounds infantile.  It feels infantile to say it (write it).  But hell, it’s still fun.  This is all before the amazing traveling situation that skating results in: being able to go to any major city in the world and, as long as you can find an internet connection, you can find a best friend, tour guide, and couch to sleep on.

This picture was recently featured one the ONEMagazine blog and it was taken by Josh Diaz:

And here’s one more recent picture and a few pictures from years past: