Posted on July 14th, 2010 in East Coast, Moncton, News, Saint John
Coming home from 12 days on the road is all about recollecting what just happened and going through hundreds of pics and hours worth of footage. This time round it was a real mission sorting through what went down because we shot every single day, and went back to spots for more. Call us greedy, but we got what we went out for. We’re setting up a web article with SBC that will drop early next week. Look for a call out here, and a teaser that will run for a few days before the montage surfaces in full Hi-Def. The park montage that is playing at the top of the page is a mix of all the park stuff we shot on our warmup sessions before hitting the street where it counts.
Driving from Halifax to Saint John. We took an 8 hour drive through Oromocto to drop off Sideshow Sands.
As every tour goes, there is a lot of driving involved. This last one required us to man up for a total of 2234 km’s over the time we spent together. Thank God for zero deductable insurance because our GPS had us fooled a few times. Yup, the same GPS unit that just about had me drive off the SD pier a few years ago while at ASR.
Not even the iPhone could get us out of this mess.
Ever watch the show MacGyver. I have Season 1 on DVD, home schooled kid.
I’ve had the best time shooting with the XHA1 on this video so far. I’ve been inspired by all the footage that Steve Staffan has shot on it, especially that of Nick Mullins. If you don’t know, now you know. Google it. A little camera dolly work goes a long way in getting that one shot that stands out from the rest, here I shot Colby ollieing over this wall into a bank, which on it’s own wasn’t the most cred clip to get, but with all the angles it adds to the edit. Again, making due at the SJ Ghetto Spot.
Within 5 minutes. Every hotel room surface looks like this.
We all know the code when checking in. Dudes hang near the van waiting for the boss man to give up the key cards. Once access is gained, we open the tailgate of death, deal with the pile of boards and luggage that falls to the greasy parking lot and roll up to the elevator. On this trip, Curtis Rothney had this big purple suitcase his sister lent him, we called it Barney. It was that big. Hazen’s thug jugs are evidently emptied, so this must have been an hour into the stay in Moncton. Who ate cherry Tomatoes? AC gets cranked, World Cup soccer gets tuned in and shoes get kicked to the corner.
Downtime, for a minute at least. Delta Brunswick in Saint John rules.
Kirk deliberately tries to end the session with this nose to the glass.
Saint John Airport, fields of Hay.
What else is a photographer to do when the boys are shooting lines. The night we got sidetracked with the GPS trying to find the ledge spot, we took a break from shooting to find Curtis out in the field trying to find himself, or maybe he was simply looking to capture this image that speaks of true New Brunswick beauty. Love the province.
Here we are waiting it out at the park. Tony Myshlyaev noseblunts up while I try not to find a pebble under my front wheel.
There’s a saying out there that goes “If you don’t like the weather in the maritimes, then wait 15 minutes”. So true, this day we shot at the park, it rained like a mofo for about an hour, then dried up like beef jerky. Same deal with Go Skate Day. This was actually Tony’s 2nd day in SJ and he was already familiar with the park and loved it enough to put this down for the kids.
Tony back shmee's the ledge at the Delta Brunswick.
What could be better than having a skateable spot at your hotel. No driving, parking just walk out and shoot. Here’s an image I grabbed off facebook actually, pretty conveniently tucked it right here into the story. Thanks Curtis! Damn good angle, once again. Both on the photo and smith, both dipped.
Still waiting for the rain to die off. This was the night of our 10 steak barbecue at Steve Jones' place!
Josh Evin for Life.
Every trip has it’s high’s and lows, and news of Josh’s disappearance at first hit me like a blow the the heart. Still has me wondering how something so suddenly tragic can happen to such a bright soul. His skateboarding alone has left an impression on me, let alone his outlook on the life he lead.
L to R: Matt Lane, Pasi Posti, Kevin Murray. Fine day on the slopes.
These two bies are enough to write about for days. If it’s not Matt’s flawless execution of manning up to whatever the hell he says he’s going to do, or Kevin’s good vibes he brought to every day we were blessed to have him with us, I don’t know what we would have done without these two. That’s just about the best part of my role as TM for West 49, to be able to share life with such amazing homies like these two. A red seal chef on the left and a brilliant artist turned framing genius on the right. Watch out.
Terrill drops it like it's hot.
You're not taking a photo of me are you?
With plus 38 degrees as the weather for the day, we had to take a minute in Shediac NB. Kirk takes some cold shots along, sets up the lifeguard tower, only to get apprehended by none other than Tommy Lee himself. Dude was freaking me out with his faux hawk. Made for some laughs. I totally zoned out on the fact that this was salt water too, stoked.
Kirk waits for the elevator on Go Skate Day, Saint John, NB.
The sticker says it all.
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