I am an idiot. Yesterday when returning from a trip I set my camera bag on top of my car while loading my suitcases in the back. When I set the bag on the roof of my car I thought "don't forget that bag up there." You can see where this is going. About a mile from the airport parking lot a guy pulled up next to me at a stop light and said he thought he saw a bag fly off my car three lights back. My heart sank and I pulled a quick U turn. I searched the road but found nothing. This morning I called the police and they offered no help. I am going to place an add in the lost and found. I'm holding out little hope.
The bright side is I didn't loose any really good lenses. I was traveling with my old backup lenses.
I owned the camera for two years and took thousands of photos with it. The only decorations hanging on my apartment walls are photos I took with my 10D. It's like breaking up with a girlfriend. Everytime I look up I'm reminded of my 10D and i think of it out in the world in someone elses dirty hands. I kind of hope the fall broke it. The only way I will be able to get over this is by going to B and H to look at strippers... I mean the 20D.




