It might be a little known fact that I developed a love for photography straight from the likes of magazines with titles of Thrasher and Snowboard Magazine. I even traded in my point-and-shoot Christmas present from Mom in order to get a DSLR that I would be able to manually focus and shoot on the fly. A couple of weekends ago, I got the privelege of taking some shots of Rocky who ripped it up for me. It may or may not have inspired me to get the ol’ deck out and practice my ollies, heal flips, and shove-its in the living room. There may or may not have been a casualty.