Sunday, December 30, 2012

new realms and their depths

I'm quite possibly the most stoked I've ever been...  I've got my own camera, which is beyond words.  I raced skateboards properly for the first time yesterday.  The one thing I've missed more than I've ever missed anything before is soon to return in one form or another and the rest doesn't matter because I'm stoked...

returning to the best bit about it all, my camera and the fact that I own one that I can use whenever I want is by far and away the most self-liberating preach i've ever preached.  Having been a Nikon fanboy (until camera store and my desensitisation to camera gear/porn) I felt highly intrigued about my decision to go Canon but i thought about it and it all made sense... Nikon blew it compared to last generation, Canon did basically the same as their previous but did it better and took what i liked about Nikon and put it in a Canon.  All this means nothing really because I no longer froth on the equipment itself (having had access to all of this for free) but I was deeply qualmed, all the way to my deepest depths, by the jail i'd effective placed my spontaneity within.  Hence the sense of liberation.... I was rescued by a whole lot of dollars and a small package of limitless dreams.  I don't own any Nikon gear (apart from an sb600) so it was an easy decision because the mk3 is a sick camera but the best bit is that i finally get to learn a camera, hold it at night and assure it that it'll nice things one day and set it up just for lamby, not strangers that hire gear and do strange things...

p.s. you'll probably notice this blog's content get worse over the next x period of time, i want to get back in touch with the diary-esque aspect it once upheld.  photos will be better though i hope :D

this is an old one of parko (now world champ)  shot on the first camera i had from BCH (nikon d80)














europe!!  I'm excited for 2013.  I had a sick time in 2012, learnt a lot about myself and travelled a lot and got deep into skating but 2013 I feel like i'll be cashing cheques (in the non-literal sense, but hopefully the literal sense too) as I'll be able to create the way I want to and see the places I really want to see.  Although future stoke is good, present stoke is better haha.


lumpy space princess?

Wednesday, December 12, 2012


i had to get physical with blogger as its somehow blocked me from my own blogger account by trying to force me to become a person of some sort of google conspiracy whereby they map my friends and interests and convert them into dollars which will ultimate lead to the completion of their desires of world domination, from what i could understand.    That is not an excuse for not posting, because i'm not sorry, but mainly an avenue to warm my fingers and mould your minds for comprehension of my imminent preaches of quanti-bulk levels of stoke.   

I've been doing much recently, mainly and most awesomely driving around in a van skating hills and making video's of sick dudes professing their professionalism to my camera and bitumen alike (last weekend) but this post is about a little trip i made, 2 weekends ago, up the coast for a race and some adventure with motives of fun and pertinent stoke.  

I left from brisbane late in the sat eve, having not been organised/being as organised as ever!! Luckily i managed to snaffle the family wagon so I could sleep in luxury without having to tent myself.  In a rare move of preparation I packed an esky full of dubspress and ventured north to inland of Noosa.    I knew there was a sign that spoke of a lookout that was extremely close to the race hill so i figured i'd head straight there and trek myself before i bedded myself.  Things got a little luda on the solo drive and i ended up playing cameras for most of the journey... 



the photo taking resulted in some sort of quantum time and space warp scenario whereby i found myself next to a driveway that was quite nice so i tranq'd it there for a while.


 after getting lost in the clouds for a while I walked a back to the swamp i'd spied while driving, it was the motivation for the stop and it was supremely beautiful under the shadow of night's sky.


 At that time I realised i'd diverted from my desired destination so I reroaded myself and lurked my way to the aforementioned lookout.   I got there after going pseudo-deep along a dirt road and quickly realised that the lookout was in fact a mountain so I started ascending and it wasnt long before I came across things that I found pretty..  i snapped for a while and explored the top of the mountain, it was extremely pleasant.

there was a little chair made of stone that wasn't natural (ignoring the possibility of some crafty dino's lurking around the mountain top at the time of eruption) but the stuff under the chair was and it had the sickest pattern, could easily see it was once lava making an undisturbed path down from the summit.


here's a little shrub, i felt it was also pretty.  I think i was in a delusional state towards my surrounding's grandeur.


Noosa, the North Shore and what I assume is Sunshine.


some stars


probably climbable


it was then that i snoozed and shortly thereafter woke up in a stoked state!   The sun was up early so I was too and i figured the ideal plan of attack was replace the empty dubspress-ridden eski with actual sustenance...  Cordial, nutella and bread turned out to be the quantum preach.  

I raced all day so I didn't shoot but did a sneaky run with my camera and some legendary dudes who each ended up winning groms/opens and generally being a sick dude.  kids going fast.

L-R: Jaik Atcheson (won the groms) Josh Evans (a grom but the bossmobster of opens) and Don Tugby's Basement.






this is Pheobe, she organised it for the most-part and is an epic human, she also did a writeup.  The race was a fundraiser Daffodil Day (cancer foundation) and a brave grom called Luke.  


 I had a sick time, beat my favourite skater in a race and had the sickest adventure times.   After the race we went and got all gypsy on a tasty little hill in buderim before chad and i took it to mob city and then driving home to Brisbane.   I was stoked, I'm still stoked infact, and i'm pretty sure i had one of my best 24 hrs ever.


i'm going to get onto making a video of the NSW skatetrip i just go back from now weewowoow!!!!

ehdam and the van.


a still from the new gopro black, there's footy and some more photos which i'll display later on


Sunday, November 18, 2012

good things are great

I don't know if I want to write about things relating to Lamb and his current state of wig or misc life associated intrigues in the sense of activities and memories that, through text-based recollection, would massage my stoke gland.  I think the latter is ideal because I figure whenever I rant about myself I say the same stuff and I never re-read my blog with aims of continuity or any-sort of relation to previous posts..  Preaches of tears, stoke, hindsight and the fact that it seems to dictate 100% of my feels appear to be repetitive themes in the ways of me.  I feel like this year has projected me into a more matured state of being but really I think that I'm still as free of care as before but now I've got goals and goals mean that EVERYTHING matter's a little bit more than it did before.  This realisation was ideal and one that has pro's and con's in all facets of consideration.  Another classic case of accepting all things because all things equate to glory.  I think i'm ontop of my dollar scenario and the prospect of that gets my tail wagging because it's going to result in California, skateboarding and what I figure is my ideal lifestyle at this point in time....

All these things are well and good, much like myself at the moment, but I'm never really sure...  All this general stoke could be directly related to summer's maximum suntime preach and it's generous skating allowance. I can now skate after work, 7 days a week, I have been, it's been so sick, no need for dabbing tears when they're ripped from your eyes by the passing wind while mobbing.  I skate after work, froth all over the place, get tired, get bed early, get up so that i can get to work before 12 o'clock, make mo money, stoke to that fact and then skate again.  My day starts at the end of work and the froth runs around the clock.  I like the existence froth and stoke, without them I'd have nothing to strive for.

With that I'm brought to a potential cross road as this current weather scenario is furious [blog header] and will limit skate time.. the identification of aforementioned points (skate/stoke related) may keep all of that in check.. plus i've got more photos to look at than ever before. x^2

this blog is turning more into a diary.  

dear diary, i'm frothing.

Zak Maytum on Kozakov.  I'm beginning to concede defeat against my most recent euro trip's album in the sense that I'll never look through them but i'm not qualmed because, although them may be lost to time, they'll never be lost.  




Zen in a Czech forest.


Mitchtron 6000 pretending like he can be trusted to tie things to your roof


boo chadley


Reuboss in the Kitchen, testing lights but taking on his regular kitchen roll.  Don't mess with his shit or he'll poison you.




not a dog, definitely a possum


definitely a dog.  the sickest one i know, probably even sicker than my own (impossible)  here she's tranqin whilst slaying the required highway k's in order to get some dog physio.  she's got no hipbones but she's been doing hydrotherapy to remove the need to bones thanks to bulk hip muscle growth.  it's so sick to see her run now, she runs everywhere because it doesn't hurt anymore.  mutual stoke.








misc dude sharlpin brunswick


chad elevating to next level tranq













one of the greatest peoples of my life recently departed to pursue a scenario that's been in her mind for as long as i've known her.  i was so lucky to have her company once again, albeit fleeting, before she went.  casual times that will be relived when i can once again fart in her presence/soil her food.