Archived posting to the Leica Users Group, 1998/06/10
[Author Prev] [Author Next] [Thread Prev] [Thread Next] [Author Index] [Topic Index] [Home] [Search]Alastair Firkin wrote: > > Lets hear about you and how photography entered your > life, and how the LUG has emptied your bank account ;-) First camera - a little no-name 127 box my parents bought me when I was about 5 or 6. I was terribly disappointed in the pictures that came out of that thing. Kind of like Mozart's reaction to the toy violin his parents bought him. First serious photography - slides shot during the Paris student riots of '68 with my parents' Canonet (I was a rangefinder guy even then!). Just had those slides printed recently - still can't believe I did that at age 17! First serious camera - an Asahi Pentax SV, bought when I was volunteering as a photographer for the McGill Daily (daily student newspaper at McGill in Montreal). This was the start of a long commitment to Pentax, and the end of my early academic career. First Big Decision - Michelangelo Antonioni's movie "Blowup" convinced me that this might be a cool profession. Cringe. First Leica - midway through my 10-year stint as a professional, I had an opportunity to buy an M4 with a 50 Summilux for an excellent price. A month later it was joined by 35 and 90 'crons. Used it for a year, then decided Pentax MX's would be more useful. So I traded it in. Cringe redux. First Nikon - acquired about the same time as the Leica - an SP, with 50/1.4, 35/1.8 and 85/2.0 lenses. Loved that camera. Gave it to my ex-wife as part of the separation agreement. She left it on the floor one day and a boyfriend stepped on it. Arggh! Much later, getting back into photography after a long burnout, I built up a very nice N system based around an F3 and an FE2. Then one day I was in the local camera store, and I asked to handle an M6. The salesman then showed me a mint M3 with a DR. For 2 weeks I tried to talk myself out of that camera, but it kept waking me up in the middle of the night, pleading for me to buy it. Out of compassion I succumbed, and gave it a new home. Along with a 90 Tele-Elmarit. And a new GR1 to handle the wide-angle stuff. This time I've learned my lesson, though. No trade-aways, no magnanimous gifts, no accidental destruction. This one's a keeper. Paul Chefurka