As a teenager, there's a purpose to everything you do. Each step contributes to a never-ending search for identity and self-confidence. Skateboarding and photography were my steering wheel on that road. Every day, I would follow my much-more-gifted skater friends around with my camera, taking pictures of their tricks while I shyly tried to land my own. The years went by and I accumulated thousands of photographs, so full of purpose yet devoid of meaning.
Now as an adult, I look back into an archive of freedom, angst, belonging and hope. And I can't seem to figure it out. Every now and then, I review it, ask a computer to select the best pictures for me, and wonder if there's anything of use. The one thing I do know is that I want it to stay a part of my life. So, while I work it out, here's a snaphot, with pictures from sometime between 2003 and 2008.