No Two Are Alike....

I've been lucky to live in a place that has an abundance of backyard pools. There's an artform to finding, draining, and riding them that cannot be experienced through skateparks. You have to realize that these gems were not meant to be skated, and the thought of a perfect transition is not what was in the idea behind building them. And the feeling of accomplishment of grinding them is something that cannot be put into words. No matter how many times you take the same line, every run at it is different, and the need to take a different aproach is essential. Learning to go at the walls at an angle in hopes of drawing out a transition is the only way to make it to the tiles. Once you figure it out, a new world opens up, and a love for hearing your trucks barking on raw concrete is a reward that few can understand. Just the mission of locating these gems and draining them is an adventure all in itself. I will always have a fascination with these holes in the desert, and cannot wait to get back and leave my mark. Baker photo of me finding "Light After Death".