So there I was flying through the air, performing what I knew would be my best backside aerial ever. At the last moment, just before the perfect landing, my hand slipped off my skateboard. The next thing I remembered I was pulling myself off of the cement staring at the odd angle of my shoulder. When my old man picked me up from the hospital he strongly suggested I find a different avenue for my energies and we stopped off at the local camera shop. As they say, the rest is history.

My passion shifted.