While exploring the Lower East Side of Manhattan I was drawn, not by the light this time, but by a grinding, thumping, crashing cacophony as neoprene, wood and often flesh met concrete and metal. This was the gathering place of a determined tribe of asphalt acrobats. They hurled themselves fearlessly at ramps, over trashcans and along metal pipes. This was truly awe inspiring to a photographer whose first skateboard had metal trucks.