Beyond Acquaintance

Beyond Acquaintance.

Thanks to the likes of Nick Ford and Phil Austin, we now have the entire “Beyond Acquaintance” DVD online.
-Bruce J. Bales

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Gallery: Film travels 9

Logan Clark. Alley-oop unity reflection. Des Moines. Photo: Bales.
Logan Clark. Alley-oop unity reflection. Des Moines. (Click to enlarge)

Words and photos by Bruce J. Bales

When I look back at 2014, I will remember my travels. It has been a year of sleeping on floors, waking up early, and driving long distances. The majority of my time has been spent at high speeds, racing from one city to another in search of adventure and obstacles. I didn’t try to keep track of the miles. I tried instead to track the feelings through the constants: my camera, my friends, and these images.
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Edit: Infernos

Edit and words by Logan Clark

Winter is here in Iowa. So now we go to the dopest indoor spot we have, Skate North (AKA Dante’s Inferno). Yes, the Dante Muse. He built this backyard ramp years back, because, well, he owns the place. After a small hiatus due to a knee surgery and a roller derby World Championship for Team USA, he is back at it even in his 40′s. This is one of many sessions I hope for this bitter cold winter. It’s a great way to keep the legs loose during the winter and to show kids that there is more to rollerblading than going around in circles.

Night Moves

Night moves. Des Moines. Photo: Smith.
Night moves. Des Moines. Photo: Smith. (Click to enlarge)

Words by Bruce J. Bales

We tighten until our hands are crisscrossed with white lines left by laces. We weave in and out of streetlights. While the majority sleep, we move. From spot to spot, our wheels leave small remnants, temporary monuments, urethane paths on freshly washed streets. The wheezing street sweepers are the only traffic to worry about. Their trails cess slid or avoided with quick jumps and turns. The few souls that see us stare with astonishment and confusion. The city is static. We move in it’s black.
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