Still behind on everything, and LA kind of killed me. More than a little excited to head to Harbin Hot Springs tomorrow and not have to be in a city. Not sure I like LA. At least the part I thought I would. Everyone is trying so hard to stand out, which I suppose is why you move there, but it all just seems like an act.

I drove through Williams on my way out of the Grand Canyon.

The haze in the mountains made everything seem like it was just floating.

The friend I was staying with took me on a quick tour around downtown LA, including some of the rooftops.

There was an art walk the night I got there, so lots of interesting things to photograph. This guy was an amazing artist.

I guess the police presence is pretty high on art walk nights. Definitely tons around.

And then I got to see someone get arrested for throwing a bottle at a cop. Crowds of people stood there, watching, photographing, yelling at the cops.

I stopped at a bar for a quick drink and ended up having a conversation with a guy who designs kitchens and kept referring to himself as an artist. Not sure about you, LA.

The day after was a little better, though. I walked east and up toward Hollywood, walking through Filipinotown.

So many gorgeous old buildings. It’s sad so many of the old theaters are just used for random clothing or electronic stores.

The guy in this juice bar asked if I Instagrammed, and wanted to take photos of me to post to my account and tag the shop. Sure, man. The juice was really good, though.

I took the bus down to Venice Beach.

This is what I came here for.

New name, same crew.

I ended up going with my host and his girlfriend to someone’s birthday party, and mediating the drama in their relationship. Stories.