Wednesday. And so, walking home from breakfast this morning, standing, taking a picture of the window display at a dress shop (who's window I often photograph and display here), a car pulled over with three young black men inside, one of them getting out and wrestling away the camera I was carrying. I didn't get hurt, the wrestling didn't go on all that long, but I finally decided to let the camera go. No camera is worth injury or worse.
The policeman who came after the 911 call said thieves often target older people for things such as cameras and it was clear they'd just been driving by and happened to see me just off the sidewalk taking that picture. The kid who took it wasn't armed and I'm at least thankful for that, although the camera was an older Nikon D4 and not insured, as the camera I lost two years had been. I suspect I'm not going to be carrying a camera in hand the way I've done in the past anymore. Depressing.
Evening. A slow day of television and not much else. Watched some parts of Midsomer Murders, enough to have a semblance of the plot, although I'm not sure exactly why the woman who done it had done it.
I did get a call from the policeman who took down the theft information to say they'd picked up the thieves' car on a video camera as it headed onto the freeway. He seemed somewhat encouraged, as he said they were pursuing the information they'd gathered, but I'm assuming the chances of catching them are slim to none and won't pan out.