Before 2015 ended you know we had to go lurking one last time
It all started with a story, of a place where a makeshift skate park possibly marked the entrance to a cave of graffiti wonders, past and present.
We drove around the area where we had heard it would be and found nothing for hours. It could have possibly been that this "skate park" was the ruins of what once was a bustling place where kickflips and ollies created waves of wind and the sounds of wheels and trucks squeaked and grinded. Now, it was milk crates and plywood, more or less, where the real diehards and future of the skate scene come to play.
One of these young bucks spotted us approaching the area and probably took us as the outsider touristy type, since we were rocking our camera gear and whatnot. The cat came up to us to introduce himself and in our exchange of conversation he told us that he knew what we were looking for. A place called The Tunnels.
Walking up on these man-made trenches and concrete tunnels we had no idea what awaited us in the depths. The darkness ran in two hundred yard intervals with only the three by three metal street grates providing any sort of light or contact with the world above.
After staring into the endlessness we took our first steps in and disappeared. This is what we found....