My Grammy weekend was going to be a long weekend. I had no idea how long it ws going to be going into it, but some things you know about and some things you just can’t predict.

Whitney Houston’s death changed things up for a lot of people that weekend, but before the news broke, probably before the fatal event even happened, I was blissfully indulging in just being outside taking pictures.

I started out near the Disney Concert Hall, but eventually I’d wandered to the Arts District just East of downtown.

Visually it’s an exciting part of the city and that makes it fair game when I’m looking for something to shoot.

With artists being kind of more volatile than normal folk (in my humble opinion), I wonder how it is that we aren’t called to visit this area more often.

It’s easy for me to imagine the artistic hipsters of the district boiling over with rationalized anger after a potent combination of too much coffee, gallery wine and strong art school opinionation.

It might tempered somewhat by a strong European influence (I did notice what appeared to be a bavarian themed restaurant that specialized in sausage and beer).

So, maybe cutting off an ear is constrained to self expression, but I wouldn’t be surprised if differences of opinions aren’t settled by ferocious dance battles that erupt into fully gleeful street production numbers.

I mean, come on, just because it didn’t happen while I was there doesn’t mean it doesn’t ever happen.

Also, maybe I just don’t get out enough.