It’s hard to say “it’s summer time in Los Angeles,” because let’s face it, when isn’t it summer here?

While I usually complain about the heat here, this summer  has been unusually kind, until today, when the unforgiving sun reared its ugly head and made doing anything in L.A. unbearable again.
Hence why I’m inside and writing this post. A few choice photos I took this summer, in between writing assignments, editing work and breaking records for most time spent on the freeway.

Street art on Fairfax

Swept up cigarette remains

Robert Goulet?

Sad subject.

The Seven Up Bottling Co. of Los Angeles – swap meet find.

Driving down the 101. The emptiness of the freeway is deceiving, trust me.

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Summer is almost here, but Los Angeles is suffering from some serious June Gloom, but I don’t mind because I love cold weather.  In fact, I hate summer in Los Angeles a lot. It’s disgusting, especially if you have to spend time cooped up in a car on a never ending freeway like I do.

I don’t think I’d be satisfied with any city’s summer unless I was in the South of France, on a boat, wearing nautical clothes and sipping on some champagne.  But since that’s not likely to occur any time in my near future, Los Angeles it is.

Woohoo.

All in all, it’s not that bad, because L.A. has some of the best summer events around, especially concerts at the Hollywood Bowl, where you can watch your favorite musicians play to the stars while you have a picnic at your seat. Then of course there are the festivals and while I’ve discovered many amazing festivals in my editing work, including the Cotton Pickin’ Fair in Gay, Ga. and the Grandfather Mountain Highland Games in Linville, N.C., L.A has some great ones, including the Watermelon Festival, featured in these photos I took for LAist last year.

Once inside, you’ll more like you’re in the Southeast than Los Angeles, and that’s not a bad thing.

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