It was Dave's birthday on Sunday. I'm not sure how old he is; a few years younger than me, I believe. We met for a skate at Fitzroy bowl because it was a convenient spot for us to meet and meant he could slip away to work on his next comedy show instead of coming along with us to another skatepark in the 34 degree heat.
I promised Dave I would do the 'pocket-to-pocket' transfer in celebration of his life thus far, and he agreed to do it as well. It’s a deceptively simple looking trick in which you sort of ollie/float from one bowl into another via the bowled corners. The last time I did it was nearly a decade ago, when I first moved to Melbourne and used to skate the bowl on a daily basis. I remember it feeling easy, but I've tried it many times since and always found a way to talk myself out of it at the last moment. My feet will be in a slightly weird position or some idiot will be doing something in my peripheral vision, like sitting on a bench. Sometimes I think I’m going too slow or too fast or I've carved in at the wrong angle. It just doesn't feel right, so I don’t end up doing it, and it kills me.
After a few (dozen) attempts, Dave landed the transfer with ease. I got it a few minutes later and it was as easy as I remembered it. We congratulated each other and vowed to return and do it again, many times, on a regular basis.
I saw Dave again today. He was working on his comedy show and I was ... I'm not sure what I was doing. Trying to make a spreadsheet work in Google Drive, some bullshit like that. We got talking about how funny and ridiculous it is that we both still skate, and how great a thing it is to go for a skate on your birthday.
9 February 2015
|Dion and Tree share a quiet moment over a few hats and glasses.|
|Phil, an old workmate of Jason's, is my Fuji friend on Flickr. Here he is taking a photo with his phone (!) up on the deck while the sun set. The forums will be alight with this controversy.|
|The birthday boy. Such a lovely chap! That's Murray lurking in the background, and Lauren also.|
|The birthday boy consoles Dion. "Don't worry Dion, it will be your birthday soon!"|
|The birthday boy, Lauren and Kat. I think Jason is drinking a can of Canadian Club with dry ginger ale in this shot - just one of the hilarious gifts we picked up for him from the supermarket.|
|The sunset was quite incredible. There were weird lines running through it. It was crazy.|
|And it kept changing. That's the thing about sunsets isn't it.|
|It was a tough group to wrangle for a group portrait, especially with like four Canon 5ds in the mix. Phil took this for us.|
|The birthday boy again. He deserves lots of photos because he's the birthday boy!|
|Chris 'Patrick Bateman' Ackroyd|
|I told Sam not to use the pelican eating the pigeon story as a conversation starter, but did he listen?|
|Here he is a bit later having a kip on the roof. I took this just before sunrise when I was tramping around going to the toilet and stuff.|
|This is what the sunrise looked like. The sky changed colour really quickly. It was a more gentle version of the sunset really. I was hungover and confused.|
|Here's Sammy again.|
1 February 2015
|Backside tailslide with trademark Keegan style.|
|Another compelling subject: French|
|It was a tough one to photograph well. In the end I decided to start filming instead. The startling results can be seen below.|
|And here's a picture of Fred meeting my brother Pij last weekend. Sayonara!|
Posted by Max at 11:57