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It's been a while since i've written. All our stuff arrived and the apartment is a pile of boxes and mayhem. I'd take a picture of it all, but i can't. I left my backpack on the sidewalk, and realized 5 blocks away only to return to it gone.

My backpack had over $10,000 of gear in it: cameras, lenses and a laptop. I'm still in shock.

A Macbook pro laptop. The fast one. A Canon 30D DSLR. A 70-200 f/4L, a 10-22mm superwide, a Contax Zeiss 35-70mm lens, which is rare and hard to find. OMG, how can i be so absent minded?

This evening was spent with the police, who were very nice, but the looks on their faces weren't suggesting much hope. I have to now troll the pawn shops in hopes of somebody turning it in.

Things had been going so utterly well and smoothly too.

Here's some honest-to-gosh weirdness surrounding the topic: Just days ago, i was thinking about photography and effort, and how the two are directly linked. Want to take a nice photo? it's work. You just can't stand there and expect anything other than a snapshot as the result. All my best photos were work in the concept, work in the execution, work in the positioning, work in the timing or work in the lighting. It's effort to get a good shot. I've let good shots go because i was lazy, and i've pushed through the work to get some great images. It's basically that easy a formula - there's no quick trick to good results.

I started to think about the effort required and the phases one goes through. Sometimes it's fun, sometimes you can't be dammed. Having good photo gear is great, because when you're in the mood it's right there for you, ready. For me, it's not a hobby you can do all the time, it needs a rest. Something to flirt with occasionally, for best results.

The other fucker: When i put the backpack down on the ground, i had a feeling i'd leave it behind. I said to myself 'don't forget the backpack!' and i forgot it.

The other other fucker: Just a few days ago, i said to Brie "you know, if i lost these lenses, i don't know what i'd do, they're so expensive and took me ages to collect, i'd never be able to afford replacing them' And so it happens.

Perhaps someone with a beautiful soul turns them in. Perhaps someone sells them for a pile of drugs. Perhaps this is a great time to deal with one's materialism.

I guess i feel calm. But jeez... Those three lenses, man, such a treasure were they!