tales from the ghetto part five-million-and-i'm-sick-of-it

thursday our recycling bin was tagged. if it had been the trash can, i might be able to see a way to understand, but a recycling bin? really?

tonight i had another family shoot and whilst snapping away, some punk kids on bikes snatched up my camera bag and took off. inside said bag? a lense cap, my keys, the family's keys (the only ones for their car), my phone, my glasses (in case my allergies forced me to remove my contacts), and an SD card full of images which i can only hope have already been loaded to my computer. we found a man on a bike with the bag. he said he got it along the river and it was already empty. using that clue, rob (dad of the family and sleuth of the year) somehow managed to track down all the contents of the bag which had been strewn along the river path and the punk kids' escape route. without his contacts in, mind you. all except my phone and my keys and SD card. stevie had to get a neighbor to watch the kids in order to bring me an extra set of keys (i had the car seats in my car so he had to leave the kids home and i wasn't about to leave my car for fear the punk kids would return to take it). it was quite the ordeal. and i don't have a phone...

note to other photographers: just because it's called the "peace gardens" doesn't mean it's not full of crooks and vandals.

UPDATE: just posted the photos from the session-cut-short here.