Apparently the massive shooting I did on the Red Couch last week was pretty draining. I now have numerous odd days of shooting (candids, no red), as well as 4 rolls of film that I’m scanning right now. I’ll just show you some of the odd shots that I did, but among them is a number of photos taken during a little day that Jordan Ogren set up. He had a photo class that required him to create a visual pun, and he and the help of Brady Whealon came up with the concept of, and acquired a fire hydrant, to set ablaze. There was enough pyrotechnics to relight Ricky Martin’s career. It resulted in a great time, and much fun was had by all.

And, perhaps most random of all. The triumphant return of Abby Verthein to my blog. Wahoo and stuff.

Film photos coming soon. Keep checking.

No photos.

Today I ditched my longboard while moving at roughly 30 miles per hour. I managed to get four steps in, tuck and plant on my shoulder, and roll about 7 or 10 times to a stop on the asphalt. This could potentially have been embarrassing, except that both Josh and Joel managed to fall as hard or harder at the same speed, on the same hill, at the same time. No joke. Thirty miles an hour is a tough speed to maintain stability at if you’ve never tried it on a longboard, and this became extremely evident to us all. We have varying levels and locations of cuts, scrapes, bruises, and rectal dysfunctions (I won’t name names, but I’ll just say it wasn’t Josh or myself), and after we got up and kind of gained our bearings (which took me the longest, having spun so many times), we laughed hysterically for some time after that before making our way back to the car. With that many scrapes on your body, even the wind hurts your skin, so it was… interesting.

My biggest regret is that Tim wasn’t there to fall with us. That being said, his luck isn’t great, and he’d probably be hospitalized for missing the asphalt and plummeting off the cliff (no joke) that was to one side of the road.

My friends and I, we are so safe.

Also, Happy Birthday Beth!