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Yay, a brand new weblog. I'm sure you're all just thrilled.

I had an interesting encounter with some of the UCSB police the other day.

Because I wanted a bag that could store my photo equipment and my laptop, and because my laptop is a gigantic beast from hell, it turns out I need a gigantic bag from hell to store it. Fortunately for me the gigantic bag from hell was designed by intelligent people instead of monkeys, and features extensive support, so when the GBfH is on my back all is well (although getting it there can be something of an ordeal).

But this is not tonight's story. Tonight's story starts like this: since I have a gigantic bag from hell I have of course attached my tripod to it, and because I am nocturnal it is 12:30 am after I have finished a nicely productive period of time doing research for my professor. I see something photographically interesting, and take the GBfH off and begin setting up my tripod.

Which is of course when I see Ms. Policewoman in her car making the rounds. I begin to wonder whether photographing trees could be construed as insurgency. I wave to Ms. Policewoman, hoping that she will deduce that while I am obviously a complete fucking weirdo, I am not a dangerous one, and I continue to set up my tripod.

Ms. Policewoman pulls up near me and says `taking a moon shot?'. This not being the response I was expecting, I replied `actually, I like the trees', and we exchange pleasantries and she drives off.

So it turns out that, in the matter of taking photographs in the middle of the night on at least one govt. owned plot of land, brazen is the way to go.

As an aside, the GBfH is very well designed, don't get me wrong. It's just enormous.