On A Thursday
Thursday. It's cloudy and it rained last night, but it was dry walking to breakfast, the head reasonably clear, the outlook just fine (thank you). My café has plenty of space to sit and spread out the papers during the work week, so I sat for an hour and read. There were two men sitting in front of me, one older, one younger in his late twenties with a rangefinder film Leica and camera mounted strobe taking the occasional photograph of his companion.
Every photographer has thought about owning an old rangefinder manual Leica, the camera used by the early photo-journalists, Cartier-Bresson and the rest, not just for the nostalgia, but for the incredible quality of the photographs. A Leica black and white film photograph is something else. And knowing this why don't we all have one or two sitting in the closet? Well, the Leica lenses are about twice the cost of any other manufacturer's best glass and the Leica bodies are close to the cost of the current high end digital cameras. He mentioned he had two Leica bodies he'd bought on eBay. Good to see a younger guy out shooting film in the classic Leica mode (and still familiar with something called a darkroom).
It's been a pretty good day, by the way: the head clear, a walk downtown to deliver some paperwork to the HR department at my old shipping company (last minute stuff, but it made me go through a stack of papers, throwing out much unnecessary stuff, finding my birth certificate, finding my passport, finding my ass which was something of a shock as I hadn't realized I'd lost it). So that's good, this feeling good, on a Thursday.