Arts District Los Angeles, formerly known as the Warehouse District, reminds me of an underdeveloped DUMBO. Unused rail lines lead to fences. Buildings are covered in well-known stencil art. The sidewalks are mangled by the remnants of construction work either left unfinished or postponed. There’s even a nice view of Downtown from the area. Anna and I walked over to The Novel Cafe to scout the neighborhood’s vibe because we’re hunting for a new, semi-permanent home (Everything in your late-20′s to early-30′s is semi-permanent). She’s also not native to Los Angeles and we’re trying to visit as much of LA before jobs take over our time. I could photograph the streets of LA all day every day. In fact, I could photograph anything, anytime all day every day. This neighborhood makes me think, “Why not?”

He just likes to make sure we’re alright.

Dark clouds hovered overhead and the parking lot was slick and wet, but they continued to beat their drums and stomp their feet. They danced for seven hours, even when the rains came and the people had gone. Above, Aztec dancers in the East Los Angeles Public Library parking lot.

It was a rainy Saturday morning, we were running late, bags were draped all over me and all I really wanted to do was stay in bed with my fiancee. It was 9am and time for work. I expected to be greeted by a cold trailer, but graffiti plastered on our office was my first sight. Tubster says hello and if I find him/her, I’ll write Tubster all over their face. I’m disappointed in you.