Every so often I come across a lens that just gets me totally hooked and obsessed with photography. Like a Ring of Power, it whispers to me. My eyes glaze over as it consumes my mind, my wife in the background asking, "do you want chicken again, or should we make steak?" echos past my consciousness. "Why are ignoring me," she says flustered. But I am lost. Only at the sound of a squealing Orc swinging a chocolate popsicle over the white carpet does reality snap back in.