Well, what can I say, it's Venice. Lots of unique people, artists, homeless, performers...
Harry Parry, the infamous turban-wearing, roller-blading, Jimi-Hendrix-inspired Venice mainstay. I see him every time I visit.
A view from my apartment window. The "candle guy" and other artists.
One of the many homeless, this elderly man slept outside of our window. People brought him food every day which he shared with the pigeons. There was one white pigeon that would sit on his lap and eat out of his hand.
I liked this guy's tattoo.
Look at the kid in his pjs skateboarding on a Sunday morning. Doesn't get much better.
I braved the LA traffic on the first morning to be able to take a class w/ this wonderful yogi, Erich Shiffman. When I asked for this photo, this is how he responded. What a teddy bear. Definitely worth the traffic!
Shiva organized a celebration of Navrati, complete w/ this Lantra mandala, which took all day to create and was destroyed that night after the celebration. 
It is symbolic of the creative and destructive nature of mankind and how the pain in our lives gives way to divine creation.
The almost-completed Lantra.
Some wonderful friends I met along the way. Post-celebration, sporting our bindis and peaceful smiles.
