Some of the crew rallied up for a Sunday night camping mission.  Danny made this little video of the trip.  It even has rollerbladers in it!


A Sunday In Polaroids

Options and motivation come in small amounts with a hangover and temperatures in the 90s.  Everyone showed up at the dudebarn expecting some magic to happen.  Magic came in the form of a blow up pool and 12 packs.  A lazy day lurking around with my best friends, swimming in 2 feet of water, and some beers.  Nothing wrong with that.  Here is that day as viewed through my Polaroid land camera.


Instead of Blogging, I've been doing this...

This is a lot for one post.  But I'm too lazy to split this up.  Photo time!

Watched the Twilight Crit downtown.  PJ was in town and raced it.  Until he crashed.  But that's part of a Crit.

Albany.  For Justin.

Cheyne had an 80s vs 90s theme party for someone's birthday.  It was fun going there with Justin and knowing about 3 people.

Sailor Cheyne.

I think one of these girls was the birthday girl.

Just one lone traveler.


Celebrating 30 years of this guy!

Butter up that hot dog!

Massage line.  Not sure how this happened but it was epic.

A couple nights later Jesse had a ramp jam/BBQ for the visiting Toebock dudes.
Blunt fakies while barefoot?  Yep.  Ollie holes in your foot?  Yep.

Oliver likes beer.

As you can tell by my fanned out posting of that set list below, I went and saw American Steel.

Self portrait shots.

Danny's tattoo machine finally made a summer appearance.  Ben and Brandon got some gems too.



Healy and Lovejoy took it upriver for some shredding.

Keep It Hood from HAPNS on Vimeo.


Some film.

Inspired by some friends from the Photo Exchange that post film shots on their blogs (what's up Sam!) I thought I should do that from time to time.  So here are 2 shots from photos I got back recently.

Dudebarn crew.  Canby.  Summer 2011.  Yashica Mat 124G.  Cross processed Kodak E100VS.

Scraps sleeping on the extension.  Summer 2011.  Contax TVS.  Portra 160VC.

It should be noted that my scanner is really sucky.


Off to Montana.  The annual summer pilgrimage to the homeland.  There was at least a few times over the course of our trip that my face hurt from laughing.  As always we skated, drank beer, went swimming, didn't shower, and had a fucking blast.

We kicked off with Thursday night at the Dead Hipster dance party.  Obviously crushing it.  Ben made a point to get in as many photos as possible.  This is only a small sample.

 Hanging with the newest Bacon, Vade.  He and Conor are tight.

We are Felix's new best friends.  But keeping up makes him tired.

Andy had an art show.  This was part of the reason for the trip.


Lance was on fire.

Pitcher of Appletinis?  Yep.

Don't mind if I do.

Then back slapping started.

This is the proper way to ride a bike home.

Sunday hike to Glen Lake.  Awesome.


This post was brought to you by beer and Texas Is The Reason.  And of course, Montana.